{Chords: C#m - Bm - E - A / A - E - D - A / F# - Bm - E - A}

Got myself a letter
From an old friend of mine
Said he was strung out
At the end of the line
His lady just quit him
Can’t find no job
Sleepin in his van
In an old parkin lot

This song’s for him
Wherever he is
And ladies, if you see him
Please give him a kiss

He’s a payday-broke painter
And a poor honest fool
Part-time entertainer
Who don’t play by the rules
Who somehow keeps goin
In spite of it all
Who somehow lives large
Though the world makes him small

My friend the poet
Used to always say
It ain’t what you got
But what’s taken away
Life is a blur
It’s gonna always change
You might get light-headed
And to feelin quite strange

But us payday-broke painters
Us poor honest fools
Part-time entertainers
Who don’t play by the rules
We gotta keep goin
In spite of it all
We gotta lives large
Though the world makes us small

Life is a game
You may win or lose
How you get through it
Ain’t always up to you
If you press on ahead
You might get where you’re goin
Or you might end up dead
There’s just no way of knowin

Payday-broke painters
Poor honest fools
Part-time entertainers
Who don’t play by the rules
Who somehow keeps goin
In spite of it all
Who somehow lives large
Though the world makes em small