I came for a one handed applause
And I stayed because on stage I feel at home
And I'll share my opinion with an SM58
But that doesn't make me clever
And that doesn't make me great
In fact sometimes I feel like I'm a tool
As I gaffer tape my soul to the same old chord
Tryna make a living
Whilst trying to stay free
I'll be down the front tonight
Selling my CDs
But it's not about the money
It's just nice when I get paid
I like to think that if I didn't though
I'd do it all the same
It's nice to be important
But it's more important to be nice
I don't know where I read that
But I bet you've heard it once or twice
Before
So what am I singing for?
Well anyone can be a folk singer
Just find a song and sing it for another
It's a funny old tradition
Trying to stay in tune
While the trials and tribulations
Scare off many but a few
And then you're left to roam and travel round
Making up songs about the stories that you found
I'm barely breaking even getting paid more that I'm worth
If you give me a tenner
I'll give you a t-shirt
But it's not about the selling though
It's all about the songs
It's all about the distance to the distant sing alongs
I'm quick to criticise
I'm quick to put the world to rights
But I just love singing these songs
Every night
And so I'm gonna sing a couple more