THE SINGER SONGWRITER BLUES - Dirty Ron


Well I can really tell my bandmates are startin' to worry 'bout me
I'm doin things with my facial hair reminiscent o' 1973
Listenin' to the Eagles and Steely Dan even the ones you aint supposed to like
Got myself dolled up in a sharp white suit like Dylan at the Isle O White

An' I'm takin' it all so serious now so complex I won't leave a clue
I got the age old sack o shit singer songwriter blues
Yeh the age old solid gold singer songwriter blues

I'm sacrificing happiness for a fat royalty cheque
One that I can nonchalantly shove in my pocket but bank the first chance I get
Stay up late night Bourbon and Orange, feelin' all safe and snug
That I aint out sharin' my life or my time or my precious recreational drugs

An' I'm takin' it all so serious now so complex I won't leave a clue
I got the age old bullet hole singer songwriter blues
Yeh the age old where's my towel singer songwriter blues

The ways and means, have got me guaranteed... oh feel my pain.

Now age it shall not weary them who shuffle in between the times
Who cares bout what's the latest thing when you can steal yer loved ones' lives
And turn them into cheap tomes that  may not reach the heart
But sound real good with 3 chord changes and a sequestered string chart.

An' I'm takin' it all so serious now so complex I won’t leave a clue
I got the age old  don't call singer songwriter blues
Yeh the age old bleedin' heart, where's my line feel my art, somethin' rhymin' with orange... singer songwriter blues