Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for The Man every night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.
I got a few hours work tonight. Good money. Roadie / stage breakdown for a corporate seminar at the Zsa Zsa Room in the Marriot. Projection screen and sound system. Wore black. Found it on Craigslist, one night gig. I called Lance and Jody on the commute home. They were stoned and busted my balls. Yet, they were a proud mom and dad.
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.
I am re-tooling my resume. (hu-hu-hu, he said tool) I'm gearing a different one to different job markets. The person who hired me tonight didn't care if I cartooned, they wanted to know if I could roadie. So, I came up with a 'theatrical' resume.
If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry though you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.
I again raved about how cool it is taking the ferry to work. Today on my commute I passed a paddle wheeler. You guys up north can keep the Jersey Turnpike.