Poet's Prayer - Sunny Sweeney

Only time I see my friends

Is on the posters in the bar room wall

Only time I hear their voice

Is in a drunken late-night hotel call

See you’re out in Houston

I’m giggin' in L.A.

Maybe we’ll cross paths

One of these days

This business breaks your heart

It’s a big old mean machine

It’ll grind your bones to make your bread

And then piss all over your dreams

That ain’t why we do this

If it was we wouldn’t last long

No, we’re all hooked on the power of a song

May our beds be soft

Coffee strong and hot

May the angels of the blacktop

Keep our souls from getting lost

If there’s a patron saint of troubadours

On the road from here to there

Watch over us

That’s my three-chord poet’s prayer

It’s gonna be some real hard nights

And some holes in the wall

The next night you’ll be on top of the world

The next morning you might fall

Things we miss back home

Are never lost on me

Kids growing up, funerals, anniversaries

I didn’t choose this life

This travelin' life chose me

I was born to be a gypsy

So that’s what I’ll always be

Have a good next show

Keep it between the lines

Know you’re always in my heart and on my mind

May our beds be soft

Coffee strong and hot

May the angels of the blacktop

Keep our souls from getting lost

If there’s a patron saint of troubadours

On the road from here to there

Watch over us

That’s my three-chord poet’s prayer

Watch over my friends

That’s my three-chord poet’s prayer