Poets Prayer

G G Only time I see my friends C Is on the posters in the bar room wall G Only time I hear their voice C Is in a drunken late-night hotel call G See you're out in Houston C I'm giggin' in L.A G Maybe we'll cross paths D G One of these days G This business breaks your heart C It's a big old mean machine G It'll grind your bones to make your bread C And then piss all over your dreams G That ain't why we do this C If it was we wouldn't last long G D G No, we're all hooked on the power of a song C May our beds be soft G Coffee strong and hot C May the angels of the blacktop G D Keep our souls from getting lost G If there's a patron saint of troubadours C On the road from here to there G Watch over us D G That's my three-chord poet's prayer Bm G C G D G It's gonna be some real hard nights C And some holes in the wall G The next night you'll be on top of the world C The next morning you might fall G Things we miss back home C Are never lost on me G D G Kids growing up, funerals, anniversaries Em I didn't choose this life C This travelin' life chose me G I was born to be a gypsy D So that's what I'll always be G Have a good next show C Keep it between the lines G D G Know you're always in my heart and on my mind C May our beds be soft G Coffee strong and hot C May the angels of the blacktop G D Keep our souls from getting lost G If there's a patron saint of troubadours C On the road from here to there G Watch over us D G That's my three-chord poet's prayer Watch over my friends D G That's my three-chord poet's prayer