Cold Dog Soup

CAPO 3. FRET

INTRO:

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William Butler Yeats in jeans

Got up to play guitar and sing

In some joint in Mission Beach last night

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At the door sat Tom Waits

In a pork pie hat and silver skates

Jugglin' three collection plates, Jesus Christ

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Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar

Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star

Can't remember where he parked his car

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Or to whom he lost the keys

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Full of angst and hillbilly haiku

What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do

Go on rhyme something for em' man

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Show em' how you really feel

CHORUS:

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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Ginsberg and Kerouac

Shootin' dice playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar

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With the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it

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And they sat in the back and they drank for free

And rhymed orange with Rosalie

Now there's a pride of lions to draw to

CHORUS:Ain`t...