Liz & Emmy
Am
Dm Am
surrounded by secada screams
E Am
summer screens riddled with holes
Dm Am
a million moths have lost the moon
E Am
and found his room he's been cooking on coals
Dm Am
got here on a tornado
E Am
rode it steady as a train
Dm Am
tonite he's putting on a show
E Am
and I'll tell you why he don't complain
F E
cause liz and emmy, liz and emmy
Am Dm
sweet hearts, working at the bar tonite
F E Am
liz and emmy, liz and emmy, o they treat him right
folksinger in a beat box town
can get slowed down and bound by blues
his shack shudders in the wind
and his little poems pay their dues
in the dark writing lines of light
bumming change from his morning muse
not thinking of his piece of the pie
he'll never die, he's got nothing to lose
disappearing sleight of hand
returning home with his pocketsfull
feeling like a folksinger, feeling like a man
feeling like he did what he came here for
and it's not because of the songs he sang
although they rang out and the room sang along
you'd think it was the tips he made
or how he played, but you'd be wrong.