Cold Dog Soup

Lyrics
[Verse] Now William Butler Yeats in jeans Got up to play guitar and sing In some joint in Mission Beach last night At the door sat Tom Waits In a pork pie hat and silver skates And he's juggling three collection plates, Jesus Christ [Verse] Townes Van Zandt standing at the bar Skinning a Hollywood movie star And he can't remember where he parked his car Or to whom he lost the keys But he's full of angst and hillbilly haiku What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do? Go on, rhyme something for 'em, man Show 'em how you really feel [Chorus] There ain't no money in poetry That's what sets the poet free I've had all the freedom I can stand You got your cold dog soup and rainbow pie All it takes to get me by Fool my belly till the day I die Cold dog soup and rainbow pie [Verse] Ginsberg and Kerouac Shooting dice and playing Rambling Jack's guitar With the cowboy painting pick guard on it And they sat in the back and drank for free And they rhymed orange with Rosalie Now there's a pride of lions to draw to [Chorus] There ain't no money in poetry That's what sets the poet free I've had all the freedom I can stand Make cold dog soup and rainbow pie All it takes to get me by Fool my belly till the day I die Cold dog soup and rainbow pie [Chorus] There 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 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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Credits
- Writers
- Guy Clark