B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# EB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E [Verse 1]B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# You be pissing in a bottle and you can’t see through the fogE You know a trucker jack-knifed in the snow up ahead, for sureB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# The radar’s got you clocked at 87 in a 55E The cops all want to search your car because they think you’re highA You finally reach the club and they got no posters upE You play to 12 people, half are puking in a cupB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# You sell 2 CDs, give another 6 awayE F#m Gsus2 Ab You hoping that somebody has a place where you could stay [Verse 2]B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# Got a 10 hour drive in the morning, don’t sweat itE You’re thinking about the gig last night, you wish you could forget itB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# You listen to a podcast of Radio labE You try to call your mom but end up yelling at your dadA The car needs gas so you pull into the Come and GoE The weather channel says that you’re about to hit some snowB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# You sell 5 CDs, give another 8 awayE F#m Gsus2 Ab To add insult to injury, you had to pay to play [Chorus]A You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singerE You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringerB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singerE For sure [Verse 3]B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# The club owner said 'you should’ve played here last weekE cause right now its finals and no one makes a peep'B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# He wishes that the money could’ve been a lot moreE But the deal was for a small percentage of the doorA 27 dollars and a couple foreign billsE tried to pass the hat but everyone was high on pillsB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# Play a new song, No applause, just cricketsE F#m Gsus2 Ab The bartender says 'I’ll give you 2 drink tickets' [Chorus]A You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singerE You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringerB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singerE For sureContinúa después del anuncio[Verse 4]B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# You get a big break and get to do some radioE But the DJ says 'It’s taped for next week’s show'B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# It does you no good cause tonight you got the gigE But you keep on smiling and dance a little jigA The car starts whining and the engines running hotE The gas station dude says 'your radiator’s shot'B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# You sell 12 CDs, give none awayE F#m Gsus2 Ab The radiator took it all, it’s Ground Hog day [Chorus]A You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singerE You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringerB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singerE For sure [Verse 5]B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# You get a good offer, for a gig in AtlantaE But the airline sent your guitar all the way to MontanaB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# Get a real person on the phone from UnitedE You lose you cool and tell the dude to go bite itA You borrow a guitar to try to cool your rageE Walk into the club and someone else is on stageB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E You sell no CDs, the club was double booked N.C. You never even got to play, you feel your life is overlooked [Chorus]A You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singerE You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringerB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singerE For sure [Verse 6]B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# You finally get some sleep and there’s a nice blue skyE And the airlines found your guitar all the way in DubaiB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# They say that it will be there for your gig in TallahasseeE But you ate some bad food, feeling kind of gassyA Get a Motel 6, wish it was the RitzE At least you got a private place because you got the shitsB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# Sell 5 hats and 2 CDsE F#m Gsus2 Ab Yes sir, no ma’am, Thank you please [Chorus]A You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singerE You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringerB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singerE For sure [Verse 7]B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# Your manager calls you right before you play your showE He says I think you should die your hair cause its white as snowB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# Your girlfriend calls you as you leave the stageE She saw a picture of you with a chick and now she’s in a rageA Break up break down break it all to hellE Charging all the damage to your hotel billB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# Sell 5 stickers for 50 centsE F#m Gsus2 Ab you’re a folksinger now, you’re about to make a dent [Chorus]A You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singerE You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringerB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singerE For sure [Verse 8]B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# Finally get some good news from the booking agent dudeE At the club tonight they’ll give you half off your foodB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# Place is packed gonna make your feeE But they wouldn’t even turn off the Sports TVA You feel like you climbed another rung on the ladderE You’re another day older, another day fatterB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E I’m a folk singer now in the pale moonlight N.C. That's how I'm standing right here on stage tonight [Chorus]A I'm a folksinger, Folk folk singerE I'm a washed up punk, still a dead ringerB7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# for a folksinger, I'm a folk folk singerE For sure [Otro]A N.C. I’m a folk-a-dee–folker N.C. I’m a Bram Stoker Joker N.C I’m a vampire smoker N.C I’m a mother folking folkerE today
Folk Singer
Steve Poltz
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