The sun is beaming hot today, the weather turned out well
If the temperatures rise any more this session could be hell
But none of that should matter, 'cause we're ready for the show
The streets are filled, the beer is chilled, it's time to rock 'n' roll
We zig-zag through the genres, spicing up the mix
Just two fellas with guitars trying to get their kicks
Punk rock for the skateboard kids, folk songs for the wise
Girlie pop for all the girls who giggle walking by
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's just the way it is when you play out on the street
As long as the money covers the next round and something to eat
Johnny's "Folsom Prison Blues" and Dylan's "Rolling Stone"
Tend to draw some folks in close who start to sing along
Some of them will thankfully drop some of their change
Into our empty "Campbells" can before they walk away
The crowd is growing slowly, requests come pouring in
Sorry, sir, last time I checked flamenco was a sin
Instead we play one of my own to see how well it goes
A crowd of ten decreases to a smiling 3-year-old
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's just the way it is when you play out on the street
As long as the money covers the next round and something to eat
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seemed to give a damn when I played one of my own
That's ok, I peeked into our can out on the street
It was fun and the money will buy us
Another beer and something to eat
Hatfield & Apartment 45 - Busker's Ballad Lyrics
Hatfield & Apartment 45 - Busker's Ballad Lyrics
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The sun is beaming hot today, the weather turned out well
If the temperatures rise any more this session could be hell
But none of that should matter, 'cause we're ready for the show
The streets are filled, the beer is chilled, it's time to rock 'n' roll
We zig-zag through the genres, spicing up the mix
Just two fellas with guitars trying to get their kicks
Punk rock for the skateboard kids, folk songs for the wise
Girlie pop for all the girls who giggle walking by
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's just the way it is when you play out on the street
As long as the money covers the next round and something to eat
Johnny's "Folsom Prison Blues" and Dylan's "Rolling Stone"
Tend to draw some folks in close who start to sing along
Some of them will thankfully drop some of their change
Into our empty "Campbells" can before they walk away
The crowd is growing slowly, requests come pouring in
Sorry, sir, last time I checked flamenco was a sin
Instead we play one of my own to see how well it goes
A crowd of ten decreases to a smiling 3-year-old
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's just the way it is when you play out on the street
As long as the money covers the next round and something to eat
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seemed to give a damn when I played one of my own
That's ok, I peeked into our can out on the street
It was fun and the money will buy us
Another beer and something to eat
If the temperatures rise any more this session could be hell
But none of that should matter, 'cause we're ready for the show
The streets are filled, the beer is chilled, it's time to rock 'n' roll
We zig-zag through the genres, spicing up the mix
Just two fellas with guitars trying to get their kicks
Punk rock for the skateboard kids, folk songs for the wise
Girlie pop for all the girls who giggle walking by
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's just the way it is when you play out on the street
As long as the money covers the next round and something to eat
Johnny's "Folsom Prison Blues" and Dylan's "Rolling Stone"
Tend to draw some folks in close who start to sing along
Some of them will thankfully drop some of their change
Into our empty "Campbells" can before they walk away
The crowd is growing slowly, requests come pouring in
Sorry, sir, last time I checked flamenco was a sin
Instead we play one of my own to see how well it goes
A crowd of ten decreases to a smiling 3-year-old
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's just the way it is when you play out on the street
As long as the money covers the next round and something to eat
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seemed to give a damn when I played one of my own
That's ok, I peeked into our can out on the street
It was fun and the money will buy us
Another beer and something to eat
Writer: Hatfield & Apartment 45
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