Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan Haner
Songwriter
Lyrics
Meditating by the side of the road
He's got the neon dharma
And the hand me down clothes
He smells like champa
And eats with his hands
He can boot scoot 'n' boogie
And he knows how to chant
No, he doesn't eat meat
He gets paid by the hour
He bakes his biscuits
With lotus flower
He's got the bona fide
Country-western Buddhist blues
Some say that he's the son of a king
And that he gave up everything
He didn't want no riches
'Cause they was not real
And now he's double-clutchin'
And turnin' the wheel
He can drive a Freightliner
Using only his mind
And pass a Chevy Nova
With a load behind
He's got the bona fide
Country-western Buddhist blues
Some say that he's the son of a king
And that he gave up everything
He didn't want no riches
'Cause they was not real
And now he's double-clutchin'
And turnin' the wheel
He can see right through you
With his spiritual eye
He's good in a fight
But he wouldn't hurt a fly
He can align your chakra
And wrestle a bear
He can make corn liquor
Out of thin air
He's a bodhisattva
Who's taken his vows
He's a Dalai Lama that's haulin' cows
He's got the bona fide
Country-western Buddhist blues
Yes, he's got the bona fide
Country-western Buddhist blues
Written by: Morgan Haner
