Two Dollars and a Broken Tune - The King's Blues Club
Got my boots full of dust and a sky full of gray
Left Memphis this morning, don't know where I'll stay
Got a pocket with a hole and a heart out of tune
But I strum through the silence 'neath the Carolina moon
Gas station coffee, playing licks in the shade
Busker dreams and jukebox serenades
Ain't got a dime for the telephone line
But I hum my truth with every dotted line
Can't pay the rent
But I still play true
With two dollars and a broken tune
Ain't much to my name
But my soul's in bloom
Riding the wind with a broken tune
Strangers drop change, some just walk by
But a nod from a drifter still lifts me high
Every scar's a story, every bend's a blue
And my strings keep whispering the life I chew
Might be broke
But I ain't blind
Got rhythm in sorrow, got time on my mind
When the night gets cold
And my fire fades soon
I whistle my way through a broken tune
Can't pay the rent
But I still play true
With two dollars and a broken tune
Yeah, two dollars and a broken tune