1. Barstool Poet

From the recording Through the Fire


Tonight I’ll sing like a preacher who’s got nothing to lose,
Talking to a church full of empty pews
I’ll wring my soul out through a guitar and a microphone
And sell these rhymes to itching ears
And souls far from home

I’m a barstool poet
With a song for every story
And a story for every song I sing
So pull my string and hear me wing you all the way to heaven
Then I’ll drop you off on my way back to hell

A lonely voice cuts through the crowd and finds you
Like a stranger sneaking up behind you
It taps you on the shoulder and before you have time
Fires a shot that wounds your soul
And again you die