I remember that night in a beaten down bar
Just a poor man singing songs strumming my guitar
Playing a town and moving along
Drifting across the urban landscape
But things couldn't stay the same
As I sang without a penny to my name
Each song unique and different every time it was told
From heat of passion to deadly cold
I sang of love and hate and all things between
Of people met and places seen
And I remember that night in a beaten down bar
Had nowhere to go but an empty car
So I played with passion through the night
Maybe it was the only happiness I ever had
Couldn't stop and walk away
So I continued to play
And the crowd went home teary eyed
A solemn ending as I sat and cried
Made me wonder if they could know
This would be my last real flow
So I sold the guitar and moved along
Never to sing another song
Got an everyday job and worked to the top
My passion diverted to valued things
But theres no adventure in nine to five
Nothing there to keep you alive
So I went back to that beaten down bar
From my nice home in my new car
The place was abandoned and falling apart
Like the scattered pieces of a broken heart
So I stood there and realized I'd achieved my goal
But that night in the bar I lost my soul
--Archival
Just a poor man singing songs strumming my guitar
Playing a town and moving along
Drifting across the urban landscape
But things couldn't stay the same
As I sang without a penny to my name
Each song unique and different every time it was told
From heat of passion to deadly cold
I sang of love and hate and all things between
Of people met and places seen
And I remember that night in a beaten down bar
Had nowhere to go but an empty car
So I played with passion through the night
Maybe it was the only happiness I ever had
Couldn't stop and walk away
So I continued to play
And the crowd went home teary eyed
A solemn ending as I sat and cried
Made me wonder if they could know
This would be my last real flow
So I sold the guitar and moved along
Never to sing another song
Got an everyday job and worked to the top
My passion diverted to valued things
But theres no adventure in nine to five
Nothing there to keep you alive
So I went back to that beaten down bar
From my nice home in my new car
The place was abandoned and falling apart
Like the scattered pieces of a broken heart
So I stood there and realized I'd achieved my goal
But that night in the bar I lost my soul
--Archival
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