always did like music i always did like wine always liked em best when they was mine id heard enough of nashville to give a happy man the blues so i took a job for nothing as a beggar and a mule hauled my cart and guitar and i stood outside the door singin listen to me listen wont you listen to me sir well fuck that cause ive got too much pride fuck that cause i got clear and fuck them that got no heart at all or the balls to trust their ears i sat upon the sidewalks i saddled up my sides i chewed my cud and washed it down with pride catnip and barleycorn made ready for the show i lost myself in stories of the hard luck and morose people pitched me pennies and they pounded on the glass then they left to see the painted man and i left to pack my ass good goddamn another empty town goddamn another shell goddamn cause when i ride back home im a stranger there as well  cant say they werent good to me i cant say they werent kind its more the way they weighted down my mind its more the lack of dignity and the hustle and the hounds have to take your hat off just to lay it on the ground it was never for the money or the whistles and applause and i will not tip my hat unless you sing me back a song so god bless the sound of music god bless the golden rule thats why all my friends are beggars and all my friends are mules