I got beans, tea, and pennies to dollars
Canadian, Euros, and Pounds
I found some bar on a card with some scratch on the back
It says, "One drink for free. Just stop in sometime, it's on me
Bring your guitar, sing of rising moons, whiskey, and jars."
And if I had a dime for each cigarette...
Lint, after-dinner mints and bread. A ten
From father and toddler that smiled for a medley and said
"Here's to luck! You're pretty damn good, keep it up
If ever you make it on music TV think of us."
I'd earn busker's wages
Read life between pages and lines
A fiddle and Matty O'Boyle and I, with six wires
Creep out for a strum and a saw
Singin' songs 'til the cops sing along
So tonight, I walk by the old corner
Some stranger has taken my place
I'll scrape the crumbs off my pocket
And spice up a clarinet case
I'd earn busker's wages
Read life between pages and lines
Now when I snap up and wrap up for the drive
I think of the best money I've ever made in my life