Empty Belly Blues No. 32

Well there’s folk stars in East Nashville and country wannabees downtown
Who look up to all the has beens in the Brentwood mansion crowd
And the Goth kids in the malls, menthol-smoking, pierced and tattoed
All think that Johnny Cash hung the moon
Well there’s slim and trendy girls out near the Five Points
And hard candy Vandy girls out west are such a joy
And there’s well-adjusted, well-kept, from Bellvue living in my songs
But none of ‘em will ever let me stay for long
And I’m singing each night for my supper
And folks ask me how I’m doing and they can’t tell
So I stretch the truth till it sounds just right
But my stomach tells me things ain’t going too well
And my friends back home all say they’re pulling for me
Such a tough business they say it seems
But I just shrug my shoulders, sip their beer and nod but then acknowledge
Rock 'n' Roll’s damn sure good work if you can get it
And so I hang out with my Cousin and smoke his good weed
And have lunch with my Uncle and let him buy mine for me
And I find an old lost lover man just in time for supper
And I ask my brother if his store is hiring part-time workers