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Verse 1
There´s an old man by an oil well, and stories are his to tell, he speaks of Alexander Graham Bell, ´n+ how he lived and fell, his parents met in a tree house, neither of them had cash, but no one could say they had a louse, they never made bank, or climbed the social rank, they would just listen to Williams Hank, they surely could dash, ´n´ they spent all their money on their wedding bash, it wasn´t too fash, but it went by in a flash, their life was about livin´or dyin´ for someone to be freed or jailed like their life had failed, ´n´ they let no one get bailed, they lived on kale, there was no ginger ale, then they finally had their baby, his name was Gabriel "Gaby" Tale, ´n´ his life was pale like words written in the Daily Mail
( Bridge)´
I wisdh i had my mum and dad´s lives, but i have to have grades that read fives, i wish i could go on river dives, but rivers take away my focus from school, ain´t that anything buit cool, i wish i was the one who would rule, like the smart man rules over the workin´ mule
Verse 2
I wish i had a life of joy, best student ´n´ yet treated like a little boy, super tame yet i can only dream of a dame, ain´t that just super lame, it is not my name, i can only wish for fame, would rather work on a crane than to be stuck with a life goin´down the drain, it just sucks, and all because my parents want me to make bucks, and i ain´t ever gonna see a lake filled with ducks, i get my drawings thrown at the garbage bag, ´n´ i can make up an amazing gag.
(Chorus)
I wish i was a bard, but i have to get the best school report card, it´s sasd not to know how life treated your dad, i wanna play with bluesmen from a musical den, but i can only watch Ben Ten, it´s a life of sorrow, and it´s worse than being on the straight and narrow, i canb only wish to be hit by the musical arrow
Verse 3
Well i lived a phony life way too long, it´s about time i live life as a never-ending song, i ain´t gonna toil to have someone charging me for soil, but that soil is now used to refine oil, but i ain´t leavin´ ´til my heart stops beatin´ , ´n´that´s why i tell my story,so that it doesn´t repeat, wether you are a wig or a tory, so kids, follow your passions workin´more than a bi make sure they´re lit, your life is your best fit.
(Chorus)
I wish i was a bard, but i have to get the best school report card, it´s sad not to know how life treated your dad, i wanna play with bluesmen from a musical den, but i can only watch Ben Ten, it´s a life of sorrow and it´s worse than being on the straight and narrow, i can only wish to be hit by the musical arrow

Old man by an oil well

Verse 1
There was once a man known as guitar seller Bill, in his spare time a song teller who knew the drill, got signed to a record deal, everyone thought he was mentally ill, he could play guitar, piano, bass, sax, violin, you name it, he played it with skill,
Bridge
Devotion to his craft kept him away from the draft, but he became a spoiled brat, couldn´t find a match in a house of frat,
Verse 2
He made sure to allure, and to play like he was sure, that was his fix all cure, but one day, while playin´in the rain, sold out concert with the band and Herb Alpert, got way too vain, stopped makin´ bank, his career sank, now his life is a never ending journey of pain, what he lost isn´t his to gain
Chorus
His life was never one of joy, super famous and yet super coy, as a boy he never got a toy, followed his father who made steel alloy, never had a friennd or an ally, his life was nothing but a lie
Verse 3
The final stage of his life is near, and there´s no one who holds him dear, he lives in a tiny, dingy house, spends all his money on beer, it´s his refuge and his peer, his old life ain´t comin´ back, his behaviour sank him worse than crack, that´s well and clear, wishes he was Chris Ayer, but he´s just another formerly successful layer, he´s not coming back to do another show, and if he does, it won´t glow
Chorus
His life was never one of joy, super famous and yet super coy, as a boy he never got a toy, followed his father who made steel alloy, never had a friend or an ally, his life was nothin´ but a lie

The Song Teller

Let me tell you a story ´bout a guy named Mayer, John Mayer, he used to be a fisherman to pay his dues, but when his woman got pregnant his father hardly had any clues, as soon as he told the news, as soon as he told the news, everyone thought he had lost his famous wit, blown off his brain bit by bit, but there´s some truth in the story that wasn´t legit, as he told the story of a girl named Lilla, who said she had found a treasure in their city of RockinVilla´s frontiers, and told him a story filled with deceitful tears, after a night of many beers, went home and said "cheers", a deal made by a mind that looked beaten by steel, but he surely knew the drill, and was met with each John Mayer owned bill, and that was just the start of his thrill, a few more scams and he would be in a mansion on a hill, but what about Mayer, you ask? Well, he was smart and learned from his mistaske, he has resumed his meaningful task, and his child has been killin´it in the Blues stage, he has skill, spark and a humorous sense of,dark, turned his father from naive to sage, and has taken him out of debt, and now everyone sees Lilla below her own pet, and she can only try to clean up her rep,and Mayer´s son took him to the Met, guess who you would have as a future partner bet, a blues star´s father or a guy who can´t even find a safe harbor, and who knows what the future holds to Mayer´s granddaughter Kismet
(Chorus)
Kismet´s life was everything her fathers´ was not, she wears a Patek, but she has no room cleaning bot, Mayer JR is surely raising her away from pot, she teaches her life is hard and sometmes knocks, and makes her work to pay for he Louis Vuitton socks, and makes her bond and care for her peacock, and the bird is surely vain, that little boy lives in piece and free from pain, he goes through a whole garden of carrot seeds, and his owners treat him to necklaces filled with beads.
End of Chorus

Mayer Sr. was conned out of his life savings, lost his job and had to spend half his life in line to get zucchini, but his son gave him Ferraris, Bugattis and a Lamborghini,his life is better than he ever thought it could be,it came from his thinking tree, and now he can´t be fooled like a bee.

John Mayer´s Blues


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Verse 1
There´s an old man by an oil well, and stories are his to tell, he speaks of Alexander Graham Bell, ´n+ how he lived and fell, his parents met in a tree house, neither of them had cash, but no one could say they had a louse, they never made bank, or climbed the social rank, they would just listen to Williams Hank, they surely could dash, ´n´ they spent all their money on their wedding bash, it wasn´t too fash, but it went by in a flash, their life was about livin´or dyin´ for someone to be freed or jailed like their life had failed, ´n´ they let no one get bailed, they lived on kale, there was no ginger ale, then they finally had their baby, his name was Gabriel "Gaby" Tale, ´n´ his life was pale like words written in the Daily Mail
( Bridge)´
I wisdh i had my mum and dad´s lives, but i have to have grades that read fives, i wish i could go on river dives, but rivers take away my focus from school, ain´t that anything buit cool, i wish i was the one who would rule, like the smart man rules over the workin´ mule
Verse 2
I wish i had a life of joy, best student ´n´ yet treated like a little boy, super tame yet i can only dream of a dame, ain´t that just super lame, it is not my name, i can only wish for fame, would rather work on a crane than to be stuck with a life goin´down the drain, it just sucks, and all because my parents want me to make bucks, and i ain´t ever gonna see a lake filled with ducks, i get my drawings thrown at the garbage bag, ´n´ i can make up an amazing gag.
(Chorus)
I wish i was a bard, but i have to get the best school report card, it´s sasd not to know how life treated your dad, i wanna play with bluesmen from a musical den, but i can only watch Ben Ten, it´s a life of sorrow, and it´s worse than being on the straight and narrow, i canb only wish to be hit by the musical arrow
Verse 3
Well i lived a phony life way too long, it´s about time i live life as a never-ending song, i ain´t gonna toil to have someone charging me for soil, but that soil is now used to refine oil, but i ain´t leavin´ ´til my heart stops beatin´ , ´n´that´s why i tell my story,so that it doesn´t repeat, wether you are a wig or a tory, so kids, follow your passions workin´more than a bi make sure they´re lit, your life is your best fit.
(Chorus)
I wish i was a bard, but i have to get the best school report card, it´s sad not to know how life treated your dad, i wanna play with bluesmen from a musical den, but i can only watch Ben Ten, it´s a life of sorrow and it´s worse than being on the straight and narrow, i can only wish to be hit by the musical arrow

Old man by an oil well

Verse 1
There was once a man known as guitar seller Bill, in his spare time a song teller who knew the drill, got signed to a record deal, everyone thought he was mentally ill, he could play guitar, piano, bass, sax, violin, you name it, he played it with skill,
Bridge
Devotion to his craft kept him away from the draft, but he became a spoiled brat, couldn´t find a match in a house of frat,
Verse 2
He made sure to allure, and to play like he was sure, that was his fix all cure, but one day, while playin´in the rain, sold out concert with the band and Herb Alpert, got way too vain, stopped makin´ bank, his career sank, now his life is a never ending journey of pain, what he lost isn´t his to gain
Chorus
His life was never one of joy, super famous and yet super coy, as a boy he never got a toy, followed his father who made steel alloy, never had a friennd or an ally, his life was nothing but a lie
Verse 3
The final stage of his life is near, and there´s no one who holds him dear, he lives in a tiny, dingy house, spends all his money on beer, it´s his refuge and his peer, his old life ain´t comin´ back, his behaviour sank him worse than crack, that´s well and clear, wishes he was Chris Ayer, but he´s just another formerly successful layer, he´s not coming back to do another show, and if he does, it won´t glow
Chorus
His life was never one of joy, super famous and yet super coy, as a boy he never got a toy, followed his father who made steel alloy, never had a friend or an ally, his life was nothin´ but a lie

The Song Teller

Let me tell you a story ´bout a guy named Mayer, John Mayer, he used to be a fisherman to pay his dues, but when his woman got pregnant his father hardly had any clues, as soon as he told the news, as soon as he told the news, everyone thought he had lost his famous wit, blown off his brain bit by bit, but there´s some truth in the story that wasn´t legit, as he told the story of a girl named Lilla, who said she had found a treasure in their city of RockinVilla´s frontiers, and told him a story filled with deceitful tears, after a night of many beers, went home and said "cheers", a deal made by a mind that looked beaten by steel, but he surely knew the drill, and was met with each John Mayer owned bill, and that was just the start of his thrill, a few more scams and he would be in a mansion on a hill, but what about Mayer, you ask? Well, he was smart and learned from his mistaske, he has resumed his meaningful task, and his child has been killin´it in the Blues stage, he has skill, spark and a humorous sense of,dark, turned his father from naive to sage, and has taken him out of debt, and now everyone sees Lilla below her own pet, and she can only try to clean up her rep,and Mayer´s son took him to the Met, guess who you would have as a future partner bet, a blues star´s father or a guy who can´t even find a safe harbor, and who knows what the future holds to Mayer´s granddaughter Kismet
(Chorus)
Kismet´s life was everything her fathers´ was not, she wears a Patek, but she has no room cleaning bot, Mayer JR is surely raising her away from pot, she teaches her life is hard and sometmes knocks, and makes her work to pay for he Louis Vuitton socks, and makes her bond and care for her peacock, and the bird is surely vain, that little boy lives in piece and free from pain, he goes through a whole garden of carrot seeds, and his owners treat him to necklaces filled with beads.
End of Chorus

Mayer Sr. was conned out of his life savings, lost his job and had to spend half his life in line to get zucchini, but his son gave him Ferraris, Bugattis and a Lamborghini,his life is better than he ever thought it could be,it came from his thinking tree, and now he can´t be fooled like a bee.

John Mayer´s Blues

There´s a heart that´s been smoked to the core, it belongs to an old man on a porch, he would just sit there, havin a puipe, thinkin´ ´bout old days ´n´times, writin´poems from his soul, thinkin´´bout his very best days as a journeyman, who would get frown when he crossed the border of his town, he escapeed his povery years usin´brain, blood, (Chorus)Where´s my world gone, i now spend my parents´ wage on my granddadughter´s ice cream cone, aint i just broken to the bone?

´N´he just spent his days over there, thinkin´bout when´s ´n´where´s,, he wishes he had a life of joy, but his house is in a place of town reserved for the coy, that´s man´s name is Richard DEoyle Dame, ´n´from the bottom to the top of society he came, just to spend his final years walkin´with a cane, he´s the insanity of the sane,
Chorus(Where´s my world gone, i now spends my parents´wage on my granddaughter´s ice cream cone, ain´t i just broken to the cone?

Finally the day came when he passed away, ´n´ the world mourned the loss of a man who sold them every inch of its steel, makin´a hell of a deal, but didn´t get to know his own life´s true value,as it had its own seal, ´n´now he can´t ev en be saved by tale3s of boats for which he used to fix sails.

Broken to the bone

There was once a bluesy, folkish tribe, they had never taken a bribe, they would just play to their rythm and vibe, their instruments were made of wood,´n´their songs were all cooler than a guitar that had never stood,Music was pourin´through their blood, every night people would come and their village would flood, with everyone gettin´their feet on the mood, they loved nothin´ more than havin´their moody animals eat their hay, and fussin´over the music they ´d play
Chorus:How did we get here, we used to be happy in the days we would fingerpick, but now the oil man´s boots aré what we have to lick, ´n´tormenting us is their biggest kick, we shouldn´t have let them use their age old trick.
Every night they would find someone to play along, they would write a song and play it all night long, but then tragedy struck, the flute player wrote a note sayin´"i´m disappearin ´cause at this job i suck", and the once united group had to fight not to have an internal coup, first thing they did was pointin´ fingers tryin´to find out who did the deed, turned out to be a rival tribe member named Townes Van Creeg, he was workin with big oil to create a drilling rig,
(Chorus)How did we get here, we used to be happy in the days we would fingerpick, but now the oil man´s bootsare all we have to lick ´n´tormenting us is their biggest kick, we shouldn´t have let them use their age old trick
He told them"money is somethin´ for which i need to dig, i want a car, nights at a bar and a phone where i can do gigs", now the old tribe has a single remaining member, and it´s the flute player who could have handled anything but himself, but he´ll defend his land from the invader, sayin´"i was born here and here is the place i´ll stay, so why don´t you oil defilers disappear to your country, so very far away.

Folkish Tribal Tragedy

Well i´ll always have a child´s heart, whether i´m playin´´n´writin´ songs in the wild, or just plain writin´ on the traveler´s mansion golden door, well when it comes to music ´n´ whisky i guess all i ever want is a little bit more, ain´t i broken to the core?
-Chorus: i wanna watch my grandkids grow, , but liquor´s my giant crow, i´m just a workin´man Joe, i wish i had the company owner´s dough
Well i´ve had my fair share of thought, in a land plagued by drought, but all i have right now is corn whisky cough,´n´ the loathing from the person you used to run to when you were sobbing
Chorus-I wish for Sunsets, in Rowdy Indie Film Sets, ´n´as the snow kicks in, all i can think is a girl that´ll return my wink, me ´n´the heiress share an amazing link, but she plays piano for a fun provoking session of think, while i´m stuck fixing and earning my bathroom sink, well i have a git up ´n´lit, goodbye cruelest of worlds, my wings i will unfurl, for i want a woman has hair with a curl, she´s truly a girl´s girl,´n´it´s truly an emotional swirl,
(Chorus) I wanna watch my grandkids grow, but liquor´s my giant crow´, i´m just a workin´man Joe, i wish i had the company owner´s dough
I´m a true pacifist, ´n´i think that´s why i´ve spent all my money on that conman exorcist, well the pit in me has just been lit, there´ll be no more glitz at the Ritz for wealthy patrons who steal their minions´ poetry, ´n´put it in garbage trays, only to eat it afterwards with chips from Lay´s, while i´m standin´here with never endin´work days, i wish i had Mr Gray´s cries ´n´ Hoorays
Chorus- I wanna watch my grandkids grow, but liquor´s muy giant crow, i´m just a workin´man Joe, i wish i had the company owner´s dough

Workin´man Joe

It´s been a hard few days´toil, now i gotta get back to the soil, to a lava field that makes me boil, i wish i was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, i was born in a day of unbelievable turmoil, hard day of summer, light day of rain, Grandma lost her cane, by the time of turnin´13, i was a mega star, my pa used to take me and my guitar to an eclectic little bar, i played to everyone, from policemen to many men you would call a billionaire, i had talent, skill and flair, soon i was tourin´ the world, travelin´ from Tokyo, to Berlin, Paris, Marraquech in a G Seven Hundred, Buyin´Picassos and Houses like a man who steps on a tread, i gambled a few too many bucks on a Hand of BlackJack, and now my boat has been sold by the price of one half of its cheapest deck, but i can still play like Jeff Beck, livin´on a Paycheck, but i will get it back, ´n´take my kids to stores owned by Hussel, but first i´ll have them read Bertrand Russell

Hard few days´Toil

Life´s somethin´ we´re bound to lose, poor man said to wise man, i used to have charisma in nights of booze, i used to be the one who would get the call to go beyond the music hall, playin´pioano and guitar, fillin´my lungs with tar, an SG from Gibson used to be my weapon to kill my dream, ´cause, see, son, i used to have a crush on a girl who looked like a garçon, then summer turned to Autumn, ´n´all i can think now is the beautiful Uma Thurman, but there´s really nothin´to do when we´re a brick layin´man, who smokes cigars like ther fire burnin´pit, and can only think of the love snake that had him bit, with the flame still lit, ´n´he´ll ove her like Gainsbourg loved his Git, takin´his friends to see how love is the best fit, with a song that is a number one hit.

Life worth losin´

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Verse 1
There´s an old man by an oil well, and stories are his to tell, he speaks of Alexander Graham Bell, ´n+ how he lived and fell, his parents met in a tree house, neither of them had cash, but no one could say they had a louse, they never made bank, or climbed the social rank, they would just listen to Williams Hank, they surely could dash, ´n´ they spent all their money on their wedding bash, it wasn´t too fash, but it went by in a flash, their life was about livin´or dyin´ for someone to be freed or jailed like their life had failed, ´n´ they let no one get bailed, they lived on kale, there was no ginger ale, then they finally had their baby, his name was Gabriel "Gaby" Tale, ´n´ his life was pale like words written in the Daily Mail
( Bridge)´
I wisdh i had my mum and dad´s lives, but i have to have grades that read fives, i wish i could go on river dives, but rivers take away my focus from school, ain´t that anything buit cool, i wish i was the one who would rule, like the smart man rules over the workin´ mule
Verse 2
I wish i had a life of joy, best student ´n´ yet treated like a little boy, super tame yet i can only dream of a dame, ain´t that just super lame, it is not my name, i can only wish for fame, would rather work on a crane than to be stuck with a life goin´down the drain, it just sucks, and all because my parents want me to make bucks, and i ain´t ever gonna see a lake filled with ducks, i get my drawings thrown at the garbage bag, ´n´ i can make up an amazing gag.
(Chorus)
I wish i was a bard, but i have to get the best school report card, it´s sasd not to know how life treated your dad, i wanna play with bluesmen from a musical den, but i can only watch Ben Ten, it´s a life of sorrow, and it´s worse than being on the straight and narrow, i canb only wish to be hit by the musical arrow
Verse 3
Well i lived a phony life way too long, it´s about time i live life as a never-ending song, i ain´t gonna toil to have someone charging me for soil, but that soil is now used to refine oil, but i ain´t leavin´ ´til my heart stops beatin´ , ´n´that´s why i tell my story,so that it doesn´t repeat, wether you are a wig or a tory, so kids, follow your passions workin´more than a bi make sure they´re lit, your life is your best fit.
(Chorus)
I wish i was a bard, but i have to get the best school report card, it´s sad not to know how life treated your dad, i wanna play with bluesmen from a musical den, but i can only watch Ben Ten, it´s a life of sorrow and it´s worse than being on the straight and narrow, i can only wish to be hit by the musical arrow

Old man by an oil well

Verse 1
There was once a man known as guitar seller Bill, in his spare time a song teller who knew the drill, got signed to a record deal, everyone thought he was mentally ill, he could play guitar, piano, bass, sax, violin, you name it, he played it with skill,
Bridge
Devotion to his craft kept him away from the draft, but he became a spoiled brat, couldn´t find a match in a house of frat,
Verse 2
He made sure to allure, and to play like he was sure, that was his fix all cure, but one day, while playin´in the rain, sold out concert with the band and Herb Alpert, got way too vain, stopped makin´ bank, his career sank, now his life is a never ending journey of pain, what he lost isn´t his to gain
Chorus
His life was never one of joy, super famous and yet super coy, as a boy he never got a toy, followed his father who made steel alloy, never had a friennd or an ally, his life was nothing but a lie
Verse 3
The final stage of his life is near, and there´s no one who holds him dear, he lives in a tiny, dingy house, spends all his money on beer, it´s his refuge and his peer, his old life ain´t comin´ back, his behaviour sank him worse than crack, that´s well and clear, wishes he was Chris Ayer, but he´s just another formerly successful layer, he´s not coming back to do another show, and if he does, it won´t glow
Chorus
His life was never one of joy, super famous and yet super coy, as a boy he never got a toy, followed his father who made steel alloy, never had a friend or an ally, his life was nothin´ but a lie

The Song Teller

Let me tell you a story ´bout a guy named Mayer, John Mayer, he used to be a fisherman to pay his dues, but when his woman got pregnant his father hardly had any clues, as soon as he told the news, as soon as he told the news, everyone thought he had lost his famous wit, blown off his brain bit by bit, but there´s some truth in the story that wasn´t legit, as he told the story of a girl named Lilla, who said she had found a treasure in their city of RockinVilla´s frontiers, and told him a story filled with deceitful tears, after a night of many beers, went home and said "cheers", a deal made by a mind that looked beaten by steel, but he surely knew the drill, and was met with each John Mayer owned bill, and that was just the start of his thrill, a few more scams and he would be in a mansion on a hill, but what about Mayer, you ask? Well, he was smart and learned from his mistaske, he has resumed his meaningful task, and his child has been killin´it in the Blues stage, he has skill, spark and a humorous sense of,dark, turned his father from naive to sage, and has taken him out of debt, and now everyone sees Lilla below her own pet, and she can only try to clean up her rep,and Mayer´s son took him to the Met, guess who you would have as a future partner bet, a blues star´s father or a guy who can´t even find a safe harbor, and who knows what the future holds to Mayer´s granddaughter Kismet
(Chorus)
Kismet´s life was everything her fathers´ was not, she wears a Patek, but she has no room cleaning bot, Mayer JR is surely raising her away from pot, she teaches her life is hard and sometmes knocks, and makes her work to pay for he Louis Vuitton socks, and makes her bond and care for her peacock, and the bird is surely vain, that little boy lives in piece and free from pain, he goes through a whole garden of carrot seeds, and his owners treat him to necklaces filled with beads.
End of Chorus

Mayer Sr. was conned out of his life savings, lost his job and had to spend half his life in line to get zucchini, but his son gave him Ferraris, Bugattis and a Lamborghini,his life is better than he ever thought it could be,it came from his thinking tree, and now he can´t be fooled like a bee.

John Mayer´s Blues

There´s a heart that´s been smoked to the core, it belongs to an old man on a porch, he would just sit there, havin a puipe, thinkin´ ´bout old days ´n´times, writin´poems from his soul, thinkin´´bout his very best days as a journeyman, who would get frown when he crossed the border of his town, he escapeed his povery years usin´brain, blood, (Chorus)Where´s my world gone, i now spend my parents´ wage on my granddadughter´s ice cream cone, aint i just broken to the bone?

´N´he just spent his days over there, thinkin´bout when´s ´n´where´s,, he wishes he had a life of joy, but his house is in a place of town reserved for the coy, that´s man´s name is Richard DEoyle Dame, ´n´from the bottom to the top of society he came, just to spend his final years walkin´with a cane, he´s the insanity of the sane,
Chorus(Where´s my world gone, i now spends my parents´wage on my granddaughter´s ice cream cone, ain´t i just broken to the cone?

Finally the day came when he passed away, ´n´ the world mourned the loss of a man who sold them every inch of its steel, makin´a hell of a deal, but didn´t get to know his own life´s true value,as it had its own seal, ´n´now he can´t ev en be saved by tale3s of boats for which he used to fix sails.

Broken to the bone

There was once a bluesy, folkish tribe, they had never taken a bribe, they would just play to their rythm and vibe, their instruments were made of wood,´n´their songs were all cooler than a guitar that had never stood,Music was pourin´through their blood, every night people would come and their village would flood, with everyone gettin´their feet on the mood, they loved nothin´ more than havin´their moody animals eat their hay, and fussin´over the music they ´d play
Chorus:How did we get here, we used to be happy in the days we would fingerpick, but now the oil man´s boots aré what we have to lick, ´n´tormenting us is their biggest kick, we shouldn´t have let them use their age old trick.
Every night they would find someone to play along, they would write a song and play it all night long, but then tragedy struck, the flute player wrote a note sayin´"i´m disappearin ´cause at this job i suck", and the once united group had to fight not to have an internal coup, first thing they did was pointin´ fingers tryin´to find out who did the deed, turned out to be a rival tribe member named Townes Van Creeg, he was workin with big oil to create a drilling rig,
(Chorus)How did we get here, we used to be happy in the days we would fingerpick, but now the oil man´s bootsare all we have to lick ´n´tormenting us is their biggest kick, we shouldn´t have let them use their age old trick
He told them"money is somethin´ for which i need to dig, i want a car, nights at a bar and a phone where i can do gigs", now the old tribe has a single remaining member, and it´s the flute player who could have handled anything but himself, but he´ll defend his land from the invader, sayin´"i was born here and here is the place i´ll stay, so why don´t you oil defilers disappear to your country, so very far away.

Folkish Tribal Tragedy

Well i´ll always have a child´s heart, whether i´m playin´´n´writin´ songs in the wild, or just plain writin´ on the traveler´s mansion golden door, well when it comes to music ´n´ whisky i guess all i ever want is a little bit more, ain´t i broken to the core?
-Chorus: i wanna watch my grandkids grow, , but liquor´s my giant crow, i´m just a workin´man Joe, i wish i had the company owner´s dough
Well i´ve had my fair share of thought, in a land plagued by drought, but all i have right now is corn whisky cough,´n´ the loathing from the person you used to run to when you were sobbing
Chorus-I wish for Sunsets, in Rowdy Indie Film Sets, ´n´as the snow kicks in, all i can think is a girl that´ll return my wink, me ´n´the heiress share an amazing link, but she plays piano for a fun provoking session of think, while i´m stuck fixing and earning my bathroom sink, well i have a git up ´n´lit, goodbye cruelest of worlds, my wings i will unfurl, for i want a woman has hair with a curl, she´s truly a girl´s girl,´n´it´s truly an emotional swirl,
(Chorus) I wanna watch my grandkids grow, but liquor´s my giant crow´, i´m just a workin´man Joe, i wish i had the company owner´s dough
I´m a true pacifist, ´n´i think that´s why i´ve spent all my money on that conman exorcist, well the pit in me has just been lit, there´ll be no more glitz at the Ritz for wealthy patrons who steal their minions´ poetry, ´n´put it in garbage trays, only to eat it afterwards with chips from Lay´s, while i´m standin´here with never endin´work days, i wish i had Mr Gray´s cries ´n´ Hoorays
Chorus- I wanna watch my grandkids grow, but liquor´s muy giant crow, i´m just a workin´man Joe, i wish i had the company owner´s dough

Workin´man Joe


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I´ve been an eximious writer for almost half of my 23 years on earth, and i want to become an amazing musician, be able to afford instruments(we´ve all been there, as musicians, right?) and establish connections. I want to leave an unforgettable mark in the Music world, and be remebered for generations.

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I´m just a poet/lyricist, however, i am a very talented one.

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