Mischief Brew - Busker's Wages lyrics

I got beans, tea, and pennies to dollars Canadian, Euros, and Pounds I found some bar on a card with some scratch on the back It says, "One drink for free. Just stop in sometime, it's on me Bring your guitar, sing of rising moons, whiskey, and jars." And if I had a dime for each cigarette... Lint, after-dinner mints and bread. A ten From father and toddler that smiled for a medley and said "Here's to luck! You're pretty damn good, keep it up If ever you make it on music TV think of us." I'd earn busker's wages Read life between pages and lines A fiddle and Matty O'Boyle and I, with six wires Creep out for a strum and a saw Singin' songs 'til the cops sing along So tonight, I walk by the old corner Some stranger has taken my place I'll scrape the crumbs off my pocket And spice up a clarinet case I'd earn busker's wages Read life between pages and lines Now when I snap up and wrap up for the drive I think of the best money I've ever made in my life