Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sunet


Interfață


Nivel de dificultate


Accent



limbajul interfeței

ro

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
înregistrare/autentificare
Lyrkit

Donează

5$

Lyrkit

Donează

10$

Lyrkit

Donează

20$

Lyrkit

Și/sau susține-mă în social. retelelor:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Guy Clark

Cold Dog Soup

 

Cold Dog Soup

(album: Cold Dog Soup - 1999)


William Butler Yeats in jeans
Got up to play guitar and sing
In some join in Mission Beach last night

At the door sat Tom Waits
In a pork pie hat and silver skates
Juggling three collection plates Jesus Christ

Townes Van Zandt standing at the bar
Skinning a Hollywood movie star
Can't remember where he parked his car
Or to whom he lost the keys

Full of angst and hillbilly haiku
What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do
Go on rhyme something for 'em, man
Show him how you really feel

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

Ginsberg and Kerouac
Shooting dice and playing Rambling Jack's guitar
With the cowboy painting pickguard on it

And they sat in the back and drank for free
And rhymed orange with Rosalie
Now there's a pride of lions to draw to

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

Terminat

Ai adăugat toate cuvintele necunoscute din această melodie?