Cold Dog Soup

	  		Capo on 3 
 
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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 
 
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