Biografía:
He trick-or-treated at Liberace’s house, planned a two-day stay in Amsterdam that ended a month later with him escaping the city under the cover of darkness, and was Bob Hope’s favorite altar boy. Alone, these anecdotes go well with a fistful of peanuts at a cocktail party. But on top of these add that this person also co-wrote the longest-running song on the Billboard Top 100, had a debut solo album that earned three and a half stars in Rolling Stone
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
From the performance at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxUuAvyfy3A
[Intro]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E
[Verse 1]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You be pissing in a bottle and you can’t see through the fog
E
You know a trucker jack-knifed in the snow up ahead, for sure
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
The radar’s got you clocked at 87 in a 55
E
The cops all want to search your car because they think you’re high
A
You finally reach the club and they got no posters up
E
You play to 12 people, half are puking in a cup
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You sell 2 CDs, give another 6 away
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
You hoping that somebody has a place where you could stay
[Verse 2]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Got a 10 hour drive in the morning, don’t sweat it
E
You’re thinking about the gig last night, you wish you could forget it
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You listen to a podcast of Radio lab
E
You try to call your mom but end up yelling at your dad
A
The car needs gas so you pull into the Come and Go
E
The weather channel says that you’re about to hit some snow
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You sell 5 CDs, give another 8 away
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
To add insult to injury, you had to pay to play
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 3]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
The club owner said 'you should’ve played here last week
E
cause right now its finals and no one makes a peep'
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
He wishes that the money could’ve been a lot more
E
But the deal was for a small percentage of the door
A
27 dollars and a couple foreign bills
E
tried to pass the hat but everyone was high on pills
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Play a new song, No applause, just crickets
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
The bartender says 'I’ll give you 2 drink tickets'
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 4]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You get a big break and get to do some radio
E
But the DJ says 'It’s taped for next week’s show'
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
It does you no good cause tonight you got the gig
E
But you keep on smiling and dance a little jig
A
The car starts whining and the engines running hot
E
The gas station dude says 'your radiator’s shot'
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You sell 12 CDs, give none away
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
The radiator took it all, it’s Ground Hog day
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 5]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You get a good offer, for a gig in Atlanta
E
But the airline sent your guitar all the way to Montana
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Get a real person on the phone from United
E
You lose you cool and tell the dude to go bite it
A
You borrow a guitar to try to cool your rage
E
Walk into the club and someone else is on stage
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E
You sell no CDs, the club was double booked
N.C.
You never even got to play, you feel your life is overlooked
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 6]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You finally get some sleep and there’s a nice blue sky
E
And the airlines found your guitar all the way in Dubai
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
They say that it will be there for your gig in Tallahassee
E
But you ate some bad food, feeling kind of gassy
A
Get a Motel 6, wish it was the Ritz
E
At least you got a private place because you got the shits
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Sell 5 hats and 2 CDs
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
Yes sir, no ma’am, Thank you please
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 7]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Your manager calls you right before you play your show
E
He says I think you should die your hair cause its white as snow
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Your girlfriend calls you as you leave the stage
E
She saw a picture of you with a chick and now she’s in a rage
A
Break up break down break it all to hell
E
Charging all the damage to your hotel bill
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Sell 5 stickers for 50 cents
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
you’re a folksinger now, you’re about to make a dent
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 8]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Finally get some good news from the booking agent dude
E
At the club tonight they’ll give you half off your food
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Place is packed gonna make your fee
E
But they wouldn’t even turn off the Sports TV
A
You feel like you climbed another rung on the ladder
E
You’re another day older, another day fatter
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E
I’m a folk singer now in the pale moonlight
N.C.
That's how I'm standing right here on stage tonight
[Chorus]
A
I'm a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
I'm a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, I'm a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Outro]
A
N.C.
I’m a folk-a-dee–folker
N.C.
I’m a Bram Stoker Joker
N.C
I’m a vampire smoker
N.C
I’m a mother folking folker
E
today
[Intro]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E
[Verse 1]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You be pissing in a bottle and you can’t see through the fog
E
You know a trucker jack-knifed in the snow up ahead, for sure
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
The radar’s got you clocked at 87 in a 55
E
The cops all want to search your car because they think you’re high
A
You finally reach the club and they got no posters up
E
You play to 12 people, half are puking in a cup
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You sell 2 CDs, give another 6 away
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
You hoping that somebody has a place where you could stay
[Verse 2]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Got a 10 hour drive in the morning, don’t sweat it
E
You’re thinking about the gig last night, you wish you could forget it
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You listen to a podcast of Radio lab
E
You try to call your mom but end up yelling at your dad
A
The car needs gas so you pull into the Come and Go
E
The weather channel says that you’re about to hit some snow
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You sell 5 CDs, give another 8 away
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
To add insult to injury, you had to pay to play
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 3]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
The club owner said 'you should’ve played here last week
E
cause right now its finals and no one makes a peep'
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
He wishes that the money could’ve been a lot more
E
But the deal was for a small percentage of the door
A
27 dollars and a couple foreign bills
E
tried to pass the hat but everyone was high on pills
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Play a new song, No applause, just crickets
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
The bartender says 'I’ll give you 2 drink tickets'
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 4]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You get a big break and get to do some radio
E
But the DJ says 'It’s taped for next week’s show'
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
It does you no good cause tonight you got the gig
E
But you keep on smiling and dance a little jig
A
The car starts whining and the engines running hot
E
The gas station dude says 'your radiator’s shot'
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You sell 12 CDs, give none away
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
The radiator took it all, it’s Ground Hog day
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 5]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You get a good offer, for a gig in Atlanta
E
But the airline sent your guitar all the way to Montana
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Get a real person on the phone from United
E
You lose you cool and tell the dude to go bite it
A
You borrow a guitar to try to cool your rage
E
Walk into the club and someone else is on stage
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E
You sell no CDs, the club was double booked
N.C.
You never even got to play, you feel your life is overlooked
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 6]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
You finally get some sleep and there’s a nice blue sky
E
And the airlines found your guitar all the way in Dubai
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
They say that it will be there for your gig in Tallahassee
E
But you ate some bad food, feeling kind of gassy
A
Get a Motel 6, wish it was the Ritz
E
At least you got a private place because you got the shits
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Sell 5 hats and 2 CDs
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
Yes sir, no ma’am, Thank you please
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 7]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Your manager calls you right before you play your show
E
He says I think you should die your hair cause its white as snow
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Your girlfriend calls you as you leave the stage
E
She saw a picture of you with a chick and now she’s in a rage
A
Break up break down break it all to hell
E
Charging all the damage to your hotel bill
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Sell 5 stickers for 50 cents
E F#m Gsus2 Ab
you’re a folksinger now, you’re about to make a dent
[Chorus]
A
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Verse 8]
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Finally get some good news from the booking agent dude
E
At the club tonight they’ll give you half off your food
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
Place is packed gonna make your fee
E
But they wouldn’t even turn off the Sports TV
A
You feel like you climbed another rung on the ladder
E
You’re another day older, another day fatter
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F# E
I’m a folk singer now in the pale moonlight
N.C.
That's how I'm standing right here on stage tonight
[Chorus]
A
I'm a folksinger, Folk folk singer
E
I'm a washed up punk, still a dead ringer
B7 B7/F# B7 B7/F#
for a folksinger, I'm a folk folk singer
E
For sure
[Outro]
A
N.C.
I’m a folk-a-dee–folker
N.C.
I’m a Bram Stoker Joker
N.C
I’m a vampire smoker
N.C
I’m a mother folking folker
E
today
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