He played a lot of places
Where the only wages
Were food and beer for free
He played fancy licks
And he had him a gift
For the kinds of songs he'd sing
But you do what you can
To be a satisfied man
Just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job
Where the paychecks come on time.
(Further justification of this life choice to follow. I can't believe myself).
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
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if its good enough for MCC its good enough for me.
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