Cold Dog Soup

(início)

Capo on 3
Am G F E7
Am
William Butler Yeats in jeans
G
Got up to play guitar and sing
F                              E7
In some joint in Mission Beach last night
Am
At the door sat Tom Waits
G
In a pork pie hat and silver skates
F                                E7
Jugglin' three collection plates, Jesus Christ
Am
Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar
G
Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star
F
Can't remember where he parked his car
E7
Or to whom he lost the keys
Am
Full of angst and hillbilly haiku
G
What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do
F
Go on rhyme something for em' man
E7
Show em' how you really feel
F                C
Aint no money in poetry
G                    Am
That's what sets the poet free
F                C            G
I've had all the freedom I can stand
F                 C
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
G                 Am
Is all it takes to get me by
F                      C
Fool my belly till the day I die
G                 Am
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Am
Ginsberg and Kearouac
G                                     F
Shootin' dice playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar
                         E7
With the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it
Am
And they sat in the back and they drank for free
G
And rhymed orange with Rosalie
F                            E7
Now there's a pride of lions to draw to
Repeat Chorus