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Guy Clark
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Cold Dog Soup
Lyricist:Guy Clark, Mark Sanders
William Butler Yeats in jeans Got up to play guitar and sing In some join in Mission Beach last night
At the door sat Tom Waits In a pork pie hat and silver skates Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ
Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star Can't remember where he parked his car Or to whom he lost the keys
Full of angst and hillbilly haiku What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do Go on rhyme somethin' for 'em, man Show him how you really feel
Ain't no money in poetry That's what sets the poet free I've had all the freedom I can stand
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Cold dog soup and rainbow pie Is all it takes to get me by Fool my belly till the day I die Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Ginsberg and Kerouac Shootin' dice and playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar With the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it
And they sat in the back and drank for free And rhymed orange with Rosalie Now there's a pride of lions to draw to
Ain't no money in poetry That's what sets the poet free I've had all the freedom I can stand
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie Is all it takes to get me by Fool my belly till the day I die Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
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