Got my guitar in my arms
Guitar case lays open at my feet
Let's jam
From the very first chord played
People stop to listen
As my fingers dance over the guitar strings
Each song played a story of its own
I'll be here on the corner all day
Come listen to my songs
The stories I tell
Drop some change in the case
Show some goodwill
I may be a poor boy playing on the corner
But the music is king
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Author:
Tony36 (
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Love street music. A great poem about music and how it is not justabout money.
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Good write, Tony.
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Music certainly is king Tony, this afternoon I am going off to sing Sea Shanties with a group of like minded people.
Andy
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I know all about busking .. not done it for a long time but will never forget how my next meal would often depend on the money tossed into my old flat cap .. Neville
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Dude! You've now put that oldies song on circling round and round in my noggin. Dang! How I'd love to listen. I'm still on the fence since my mother's passing left me in a puddle of tears when I tried to play my guitar.
Thank you, it was by listening to that song I came up with this
Creedence Clearwater approves.
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