Busker's Wages - Mischief Brew

I got beans, tea, and pennies to dollars

Canadian, Euros, and Pounds

I found some bar on a card with some scratch on the back

It says, «One drink for free.

Just stop in sometime, it’s on me

Bring your guitar, sing of rising moons, whiskey, and jars.»

And if I had a dime for each cigarette…

Lint, after-dinner mints and bread.

A ten

From father and toddler that smiled for a medley and said

«Here's to luck!

You’re pretty damn good, keep it up

If ever you make it on music TV think of us.»

I’d earn busker’s wages

Read life between pages and lines

A fiddle and Matty O’Boyle and I, with six wires

Creep out for a strum and a saw

Singin' songs 'til the cops sing along

So tonight, I walk by the old corner

Some stranger has taken my place

I’ll scrape the crumbs off my pocket

And spice up a clarinet case

I’d earn busker’s wages

Read life between pages and lines

Now when I snap up and wrap up for the drive

I think of the best money I’ve ever made in my life