Busker’s Wages Songtext
von Mischief Brew

I got beans, tea, pennies to dollars
Canadian euros and pounds
I found some bar on a card with some scratch on your back
It says one drink for free
Just stop in sometime, it′s on me
Bring your guitar, sing of rising moons
Whiskey in jars

And if I had a dime for each cigarette
Lit after dinner mints and bread
A ten from a father and toddler that smiled for a medley
And said here's to luck
You′re pretty and 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
I′d earn busker′s wages
Read life between pages and lines


A fiddle and radio boil
And I with six wires
Three pound for a strum and a song
Singing 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
I'd earn busker′s wages
Read life between pages and lines

I'd earn busker's wages
Read life between pages and lines
I′d earn busker′s wages
Read life between pages and lines

Now when I snap up and grab up all the tries
I think of the best money I've ever made in my life
I think of the best money I′ve ever made in my life