[Intro ]
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verse 1 
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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 
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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 
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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 
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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 
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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 
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You sell 5 CDs, give another 8 away 
  E            F#m          Gsus2           Ab      
To add insult to injury, you had to pay to play 


[Refrão]
A                     
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer 
      E 
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer 
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer 
 E 
For sure 

verse 3 
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The club owner said 'you should’ve played here last week 
      E 
cause right now its finals and no one makes a peep' 
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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 
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Play a new song, No applause, just crickets 
  E            F#m          Gsus2           Ab      
The bartender says 'I’ll give you 2 drink tickets' 


[Refrão]
    A                     
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer 
      E 
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer 
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer 
 E 
For sure 

verse 4 
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You get a big break and get to do some radio 
      E 
But the DJ says 'It’s taped for next week’s show' 
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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' 
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You sell 12 CDs,  give none away 
  E          F#m          Gsus2           Ab      
The radiator took it all, it’s Ground Hog day 


[Refrão]
  A                   
You’re a folksinger, Folk folk singer 
      E 
You’re a washed up punk, still a dead ringer 
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for a folksinger, you’re a folk folk singer 
 E 
For sure 

Verse 5 
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You get a good offer, for a gig in Atlanta 
  E 
But the airline sent your guitar all the way to Montana 
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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 
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You sell no CDs, the club was double booked 
N.C.          
You never even got to play, you feel your life is overlooked 


[Refrão]
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 
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You finally get some sleep and there’s a nice blue sky 
   E 
And the airlines found your guitar all the way in Dubai 
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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 
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Sell 5 hats       and 2 CDs 
    E     F#m       Gsus2        Ab      
Yes sir, no ma’am, Thank you please 


[Refrão]
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 
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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 
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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 
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Sell 5 stickers    for 50 cents 
    E          F#m             Gsus2           Ab      
you’re a folksinger now, you’re about to make a dent 


[Refrão]
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 
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Finally get some good news from the booking agent dude 
   E 
At the club tonight they’ll give you half off your food 
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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 
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I’m a folk singer now in the pale moonlight 
N.C. 
That's how I'm standing right here on stage tonight 


[Refrão]
A                     
I'm a folksinger, Folk folk singer 
      E 
I'm a washed up punk, still a dead ringer 
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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