Letra de Cold Dog Soup

[Verso 1]
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 hill-billy haiku
What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do
Go on rhyme something for them, man
Show him how you really feel

[Pre Coro]
Ain't no money in poetry
That's what sets the poet free
I've had all the freedom I can stand

[Coro]
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

[Verso 2]
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 rhymed orange with Rosalie
Now there's a pride of lions to draw to

[Pre Coro]

[Coro]