The buskers

C#  F#  C# G#

CHORUS
It is hard on the road
Rolling from town to town
It is hard on the road
On the days when you ain't got no dough

VERSE
The life of a busker is thankless and long
You grind it out, song by song

The pros have a PA and sell their CDs
It seems like we're doing it for free

CHORUS

VERSE
Well you pick out a corner and mark out your patch
Stand there then throw down your hat

You're playing for hours as the masses rush by
With your empty hat staring at you back

CHORUS

VERSE
We're running out of options, but the streets have a heart
At least there's the chance of some change

Playing in bars is the long road to nowhere
You only get your name on the wall

CHORUS

VERSE
We're just like street workers and we're pimping ourselves
The punters pay nikels and dimes

Our job is no job but it's better than that job
A blow job is no job at all

CHORUS