B7  B7/F#  B7  B7/F# E  
B7  B7/F#  B7  B7/F# E 

[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
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]
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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

[Chorus]
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'
     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
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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'

[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]
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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

[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]
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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

[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
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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
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