Folk Singer

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[Verse 1]
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You be pissing in a bottle and 
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you can’t see through the fog
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You know a trucker jack-knifed in 
the snow up ahead, for sure
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The radar’s got you clocked    at
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 87 in a 55
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The cops all want to search your car
 because they think you’re high
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You finally reach the club and they 
got no posters up
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You play to 12 people, half are 
puking in a cup
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You sell 2 CDs, give another 6 away
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You hoping that somebody has 
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a place where you could stay

[Verse 2]
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Got a 10 hour drive in the 
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morning, don’t sweat it
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You’re thinking about the gig last 
night, you wish you could forget it
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You listen to a  podcast        
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of Radio lab
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You try to call your mom but end up 
yelling at your dad
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The car needs gas so you pull into 
the Come and Go
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The weather channel says  that 
you’re about to hit some snow
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You sell 5 CDs, give another 8 away
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To add insult to injury, you had 
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to pay to play

[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk 
singer
      E
You’re a washed up punk, still a 
dead ringer
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk 
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folk singer
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For sure

[Verse 3]
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The club owner said 'you 
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should’ve played here last week
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cause right now its finals and no 
one makes a peep'
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He wishes that the money could’ve
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 been a lot more
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But the deal was for a small 
percentage of the door
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27 dollars and a couple foreign 
bills
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tried to pass the hat but everyone 
was high on pills
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Play a new song, No applause, 
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just crickets
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The bartender says 'I’ll give you
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 2 drink tickets'

[Chorus]
    A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk 
singer
      E
You’re a washed up punk, still a 
dead ringer
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk 
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folk singer
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For sure

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[Verse 4]
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You get a big break and get to 
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do some radio
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But the DJ says 'It’s taped for next
 week’s show'
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It does you no good cause 
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tonight you got the gig
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But you keep on smiling and dance a 
little jig
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The car starts whining and the 
engines running hot
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The gas station dude says 'your 
radiator’s shot'
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You sell 12 CDs,  give none away
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The radiator took it all, it’s 
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Ground Hog day

[Chorus]
  A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk 
singer
      E
You’re a washed up punk, still a 
dead ringer
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk 
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folk singer
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For sure

[Verse 5]
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You get a good offer, for a gig 
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in Atlanta
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But the airline sent your guitar all
 the way to Montana
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Get a real person on the phone 
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from United
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You lose you cool and tell the dude 
to go bite it
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You borrow a guitar to try to cool 
your rage
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Walk into the club and someone else 
is on stage
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You sell no CDs, the club was 
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double booked
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You never even got to play, you feel
 your life is overlooked

[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk 
singer
      E
You’re a washed up punk, still a 
dead ringer
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk 
     B7/F#
folk singer
 E
For sure

[Verse 6]
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You finally get some sleep and 
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there’s a nice blue sky
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And the airlines found your guitar 
all the way in Dubai
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They say that it will be there for
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 your gig in Tallahassee
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But you ate some bad food, feeling 
kind of gassy
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Get a Motel 6, wish it was the Ritz
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At least you got a private place 
because you got the shits
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Sell 5 hats       and 2 CDs
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Yes sir, no ma’am, Thank you please

[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk 
singer
      E
You’re a washed up punk, still a 
dead ringer
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk 
     B7/F#
folk singer
 E
For sure

[Verse 7]
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Your manager calls you right 
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before you play your show
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He says I think you should die your 
hair cause its white as snow
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Your girlfriend calls you as you 
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leave the stage
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She saw a picture of you with a 
chick and now she’s in a rage
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Break up break down break it all to 
hell
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Charging all the damage to your 
hotel bill
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Sell 5 stickers    for 50 cents
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you’re a folksinger now, you’re
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 about to make a dent

[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk 
singer
      E
You’re a washed up punk, still a 
dead ringer
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk 
     B7/F#
folk singer
 E
For sure

[Verse 8]
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Finally get some good news from 
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the booking agent dude
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At the club tonight they’ll give you
 half off your food
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Place is packed    gonna make your
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 fee
     E
But they wouldn’t even turn off the 
Sports TV
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You feel like you climbed another 
rung on the ladder
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You’re another day older, another 
day fatter
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I’m a folk singer now in the pale
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 moonlight
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That's how I'm standing right here 
on stage tonight

[Chorus]
A
I'm a folksinger, Folk folk singer
      E
I'm a washed up punk, still a dead 
ringer
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for a folksinger, I'm a folk 
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folk singer
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For sure

[Otro]
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I’m a folk-a-dee–folker
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I’m a Bram Stoker Joker
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I’m a vampire smoker
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I’m a mother folking folker
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today