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William Butler Yeats in jeans Got up to play guitar and sing In some joint in Mission Beach last night At the door sat Tom Waits In a pork pie hat and silver skates Jugglin' three collection plates (Jesus Christ!) Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star Can't remember where he parked his car Or to whom he lost the keys Full of angst and hillbilly haiku What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do Go on rhyme somethin' for em' man Show him how you really feel [Chorus] Ain't no money in poetry That's what sets the poet free I've had all the freedom I can stand Cold dog soup and rainbow pie Is all it takes to get me by Fool my belly till the day I die Cold dog soup and rainbow pie Ginsberg and Kerouac Shootin' dice and playin' Ramblin' Jack's guitar With the cowboy paintin' pickguard on it And they sat in the back and drank for free And rhymed orange with Rosalie Now there's a pride of lions to draw to [Chorus] Fort Worth Blues Fort Worth neon shinin' bright Pretty lights red and blue They shut down all the honky tonks tonight Say a prayer or two, if they only knew You used to say the highway was your home But we both know that ain't true It's just the only place a man can go When he don't know where he's travelin' to Colorado's always clean and healin' Tennessee the spring is green and cool But it never really was your kind of town So you went around with the Fort Worth blues Somewhere out across the Great Divide Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few A man can see his way clear to the light Just hold on tight, that's all you got to do They say in Texas the weather's always changin' One thing change will bring is something new Houston really ain't too bad a town So you hung around with the Fort Worth Blues There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight Silver light on green and blue Every place I travel to find Some kind of sign that you've been through Amsterdam us always good for grievin' London never fails to leave me blue Paris really ain't my kind of town So I walked around with the Fort Worth blues |
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