Clark Guy - Cold Dog Soup

^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

^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