Guy Clark

Guy Clark - Cold Dog Soup lyrics

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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

Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ

Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar

Skinnin' 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 somethin' for em' man

Show him how you really feel

Chorus

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

Shootin' dice and playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar

With the cowboy paintin' 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

Chorus

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