AmWilliam Butler Yeats in jeans
GGot up to play guitar and sing
FIn some joint in Mission Beach E7last night
AmAt the door sat Tom Waits
GIn a pork pie hat and silver skates
FJugglin' three collection plates, E7Jesus Christ
AmTownes Van Zandt standin' at the bar
GSkinnin' a Hollywood movie star
FCan't remember where he parked his car
E7Or to whom he lost the keys
AmFull of angst and hillbilly haiku
GWhat's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do
FGo on rhyme something for em' man
E7Show em' how you really feel
CHORUS:
FAin`t no money in Cpoetry
GThat's what sets the Ampoet free
FI've had all the Cfreedom I can Gstand
FCold dog soup and Crainbow pie
GIs all it takes to Amget me by
FFool my belly till the Cday I die
GCold dog soup and Amrainbow pie
AmGinsberg and Kerouac
GShootin' dice playin' Ramblin' Jack's Fguitar
With the cowboy paintin' E7pickguard on it
AmAnd they sat in the back and they drank for free
GAnd rhymed orange with Rosalie
FNow there's a pride of lions E7to draw to
