Story Behind The Song
Just venting about venues you have to play along the way.
Song Description
Tells the story of a singer trying to make a living in a tourist town - Cocoa Beach
| Song Length |
2:46 |
Genre |
Pop - Easy Listening, Folk - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Affable, Content |
Subject |
Existence, Philosophy |
| Similar Artists |
Sheryl Crow, Jim Croce |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
I sing for tips as I watch the ships
Sail on in and out of the port
Don't make much cash
But I'm sure relaxed
With the sea salt damp on my shirt.
Don't know how I'll pay my next VISA bill
But there ain't no point in worryin' bout' that.
Cause the beer is cold. The crowd is hot. And it don't get much better than that.
1,2. (For the)
3. (I'm just a) Hold out Hippie from Cocoa Beach.
Playin' my tunes while the good folks eat. and I'll
Keep on pickin' till the last drinks' served, and everybody heads on home.
It doesn't matter what day it is.
Every day 's Friday for me.
Just playin' guitar for the gang at the bar beats sitting home watchin' TV
Pass up those requests. I'll give it my best.
If you'll kindly leave a tip in my jar.
And I'll keep on playin' till my fingers fall off or a millionaire sponsors a tour.
(chorus)
I've tried other jobs
They do pay the bills
But I just get a little bit bored.
If i'm up on the stage
I may not get paid
But I'm having fun being poor.
(chorus)
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