Steve Poltz - Folk singer

^B7You be pissing in ^B7/F#a bottle and yo^B7u can’t see throug^B7/F#h the fog You know a^E trucker jack-knifed in the snow up ahead, for sure ^B7The radar’s got yo^B7/F#u clocked at^B7 87 in a 55 ^B7/F# The ^Ecops all want to search your car because they think you’re high You f^Ainally reach the club and they got no posters up You^E play to 12 people, half are puking in a cup Yo^B7u sell ^B7/F#2 CDs, give^B7 anothe^B7/F#r 6 away You^E hoping that ^F#msomebody has ^Gsus2a place where yo^Abu could stay

^B7Got a 10 hour d^B7/F#rive in the mor^B7ning, don’t sweat ^B7/F#it You’re t^Ehinking about the gig last night, you wish you could forget it ^B7You listen to a p^B7/F#odcast o^B7f Radio lab^B7/F# You^E try to call your mom but end up yelling at your dad The^A car needs gas so you pull into the Come and Go The^E weather channel says that you’re about to hit some snow You ^B7sell 5 C^B7/F#Ds, give ^B7another 8 ^B7/F#away To^E add insult t^F#mo injury, you^Gsus2 had to pay to p^Ablay

^AYou’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer You’re^E a washed up punk, still a dead ringer ^B7for a folk^B7/F#singer, you’re ^B7a folk folk ^B7/F#singer F^Eor sure

^B7The club owner ^B7/F#said 'you should’^B7ve played here las^B7/F#t week cause ^Eright now its finals and no one makes a peep' He wi^B7shes that the^B7/F# money could’ve^B7 been a lot m^B7/F#ore But th^Ee deal was for a small percentage of the door 27 ^Adollars and a couple foreign bills tried to^E pass the hat but everyone was high on pills ^B7Play a new ^B7/F#song, No app^B7lause, just cr^B7/F#ickets Th^Ee bartender s^F#mays 'I’ll giv^Gsus2e you 2 drink ti^Abckets'

You’^Are a folksinger, Folk folk singer You’re^E a washed up punk, still a dead ringer ^B7for a folk^B7/F#singer, you’re ^B7a folk folk ^B7/F#singer F^Eor sure

^B7You get a big^B7/F# break and get to^B7 do some rad^B7/F#io But th^Ee DJ says 'It’s taped for next week’s show' ^B7It does you n^B7/F#o good cause ^B7tonight you got th^B7/F#e gig But^E you keep on smiling and dance a little jig The c^Aar starts whining and the engines running hot The g^Eas station dude says 'your radiator’s shot' ^B7You sell ^B7/F#12 CDs, g^B7ive none a^B7/F#way Th^Ee radiator ^F#mtook it all, ^Gsus2it’s Ground Hog ^Abday

Yo^Au’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer You’re^E a washed up punk, still a dead ringer ^B7for a folk^B7/F#singer, you’re ^B7a folk folk ^B7/F#singer F^Eor sure

^B7You get a g^B7/F#ood offer, for ^B7a gig in Atl^B7/F#anta Bu^Et the airline sent your guitar all the way to Montana ^B7Get a real pe^B7/F#rson on the p^B7hone from Un^B7/F#ited Yo^Eu lose you cool and tell the dude to go bite it You ^Aborrow a guitar to try to cool your rage Wal^Ek into the club and someone else is on stage ^B7You sell n^B7/F#o CDs, the clu^B7b was double^B7/F# booked ^{E N.C.}You never even got to play, you feel your life is overlooked

^AYou’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer You’re^E a washed up punk, still a dead ringer ^B7for a folk^B7/F#singer, you’re ^B7a folk folk ^B7/F#singer F^Eor sure

You^B7 finally get som^B7/F#e sleep and there’s ^B7a nice blue ^B7/F#sky And^E the airlines found your guitar all the way in Dubai The^B7y say that it will be ^B7/F#there for your ^B7gig in Talla^B7/F#hassee But^E you ate some bad food, feeling kind of gassy Get a^A Motel 6, wish it was the Ritz At l^Eeast you got a private place because you got the shits ^B7Sell 5 ^B7/F#hats and ^B72 CD^B7/F#s Yes ^Esir, n^F#mo ma’am, T^Gsus2hank you plea^Abse

^AYou’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer You’re^E a washed up punk, still a dead ringer ^B7for a folk^B7/F#singer, you’re ^B7a folk folk ^B7/F#singer F^Eor sure

You^B7r manager c^B7/F#alls you right bef^B7ore you play yo^B7/F#ur show He sa^Eys I think you should die your hair cause its white as snow You^B7r girlfriend c^B7/F#alls you as you l^B7eave the sta^B7/F#ge She ^Esaw a picture of you with a chick and now she’s in a rage Break^A up break down break it all to hell Char^Eging all the damage to your hotel bill Sel^B7l 5 stic^B7/F#kers for^B7 50 cen^B7/F#ts you’^Ere a folksi^F#mnger now, you’re^Gsus2 about to make a^Ab dent

^AYou’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer You’re^E a washed up punk, still a dead ringer ^B7for a folk^B7/F#singer, you’re ^B7a folk folk ^B7/F#singer F^Eor sure

Fin^B7ally get so^B7/F#me good news from ^B7the booking age^B7/F#nt dude At ^Ethe club tonight they’ll give you half off your food Pla^B7ce is pa^B7/F#cked g^B7onna make your ^B7/F#fee But t^Ehey wouldn’t even turn off the Sports TV You^A feel like you climbed another rung on the ladder You’r^Ee another day older, another day fatter I’m^B7 a folk si^B7/F#nger now in the pa^B7le moonlig^B7/F#ht ^{E N.C.}That's how I'm standing right here on stage tonight

^AI'm a folksinger, Folk folk singer I'm a ^Ewashed up punk, still a dead ringer ^B7for a folk^B7/F#singer, I'm a f^B7olk folk sin^B7/F#ger F^Eor sure

^N.C.I’m a folk-a-dee–folker ^N.C.I’m a Bram Stoker Joker ^N.CI’m a vampire smoker ^N.CI’m a mother folking folker ^Etoday