Speakeasy - Dogfish Blues Lyrics

Been to the banks
Been to the valley
Rhymes for a bed
Rhythm for bread
But nobody'd have me
Called on a friend
Called on a neighbor
Said I'm busy for now
Come back around
I'll check on you later
Down on my luck
But not out of fashion
The boy with the beat
The liver that could
The prince with a passion
Making a name
And making a man
Feet off the ground
Turn it around
Then you're in demand now
Starts to feeling like
Starts to feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
Called you a friend
Called you my neighbor
Are we in this for real
Or are we in this for paper
Say you're a fan
So far below me
Say what you need
From here to the sticks
Don't nobody know me now
Starts to feeling like
Starts to feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
Starts to feeling like
No one
Will ever make a man
Of me
For nothing
No one
Will ever make a man
Of me
For nothing
No one
Will ever make a man
Of me
For nothing
No one
Will ever make a man
Of me
No one
No one
No one
No one
No one
No one
No one
No one
Well I've been floating on a dream
Rolling down a river
All my life I've been drowning
Starts to feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time
To feel like it's just about show time