Carpenters

I was born on a farm out in iowa
A flaming youth I was bound I would fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Cant read notes, but I play anything by ear
I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
When Id start to play folks to say
"sounds a little goofus to me"
(*) cornfed chords appeal to me
I like rustic harmony
Hold a note and change the key
Hey but thats "goofus"
Not according to the rules