Lyrics

For a sonnet or a rhyme he asks a nickel or a dime
Helps keep him good and numb, he?s the Bard among the bums

Takes a swig against the rain, helps him entertain
A whiskey or a rum
He?s the Bard among the bums
The Bard among the bums

So you say you got the muse
It?s a gift you better nurse
Where go the poets we refuse
With their stranger kind of verse?

A line of Shakespeare or of Yeats, don?t matter where it?s from
For any passerby he waits
He?s the Bard among the bums
The Bard among the bums

So you say you got the muse
It?s a gift you better nurse
Where go the poets we refuse
With their stranger kind of verse?

He had a woman once and a family, too
But that?s another story, child,
They?ve disappeared from view
In a way he?s like you or me,
When the wind is at our backs
We dream of possibility
While falling through the cracks

For a sonnet or a rhyme, he asks a nickel or a dime
Helps get him good and numb
He?s the Bard among the bums
A whiskey or a rum
He?s the Bard among the bums
The Bard among the bums

© 2004 Jonathan Auerbach, Arrofire Music (ASCAP)