Banjo Frank's Music
Rooms No More
Gnarly and cryptic
like old Heraclitus
that creep at the coffee shop
did not delight us
and the bearded buffoon
at the local saloon
with his cheerful out of tune
songs of doom
was the same deal in a different room
same deal different room
same deal different room
same deal different room
I don't play rooms no more
rooms got to be a bore
I play streetcorners
for tips yep that's my trip
nope I don't play rooms no more
rooms no more
Oh I tried to follow
Woody Guthrie's Way
and I tried to
survive from day to day
and so a 5 string banjo
I did play
on the streets of San Fransisco
ho ho ho
a banjo
on the streets of San Fransisco
ho ho ho
a banjo
on the streets of San Fransisco
I don't belong in Frisco...
I belong in Salt Lake City...
in some hideous Mormon dungeon
cause the picked me up for singing
Bony Moroni
the 5 string banjo version
on a streetcorner downtown
but no
but no
here I stay in Frisco
nowhere else do I go
here I stay in Frisco
Out the window they've been yelling
someone drank up someone's beer
and there's sirens in the distance
and there's drizzle
how come am I not playing
at some BART station for spare change
why am I just lying around
in the room I have til Monday
in the room I have til Monday
in the room I have til Monday
The weeks in rooms
go by too fast
the weeks on the street
its the same deal
what's the appeal
tell me dopey
what's the appeal in that
what's the appeal
tell me dopey
what's the appeal in that
what's the appeal
tell me dopey
I don't belong in Frisco
rooms no more
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