Joseph's Guitar
In Carousel Town, just ten miles down
From the bed where I sleep
A wandering man with a ten-inch amp
Plays his guitar for keeps
Break a string, ain't nothing but a thing
The show must go on
And Carousel streets are filled with sweet
Words of Joseph's song
And his guitar
His guitar
Yeah, it plays
On
Joseph earns his daily bread
Through serenade and by request from the people passing by
It's enough for him
It's enough for him
I said, Joseph earns his daily bread
Through serenade and by request from the people passing by
It's enough for him
It's enough for him
Everything to his name
He carries with pride in his case
And Joseph's footprints carve a path
For strangers
Rhythm and blues in an endless groove
Strumming to a hip-hop beat
Jazz and soul they never get old
They get the girls on their feet
Boys come back to take a crack
At playing his old guitar
All the young and the old in the heat and the cold
Come for the street rock star
And his guitar
His guitar
Yeah it plays
Come on, man, how's it play?
Is that the best you got? Come on!
In Carousel Town, just ten miles down
From the bed where I sleep
A wandering man with a ten-inch amp
Plays his guitar for keeps
Break a string, ain't nothing but a thing
The show must go on
And Carousel streets are filled with sweet
Words of Joseph's song
And his guitar
His guitar
Yeah, it plays
From the bed where I sleep
A wandering man with a ten-inch amp
Plays his guitar for keeps
Break a string, ain't nothing but a thing
The show must go on
And Carousel streets are filled with sweet
Words of Joseph's song
And his guitar
His guitar
Yeah, it plays
On
Joseph earns his daily bread
Through serenade and by request from the people passing by
It's enough for him
It's enough for him
I said, Joseph earns his daily bread
Through serenade and by request from the people passing by
It's enough for him
It's enough for him
Everything to his name
He carries with pride in his case
And Joseph's footprints carve a path
For strangers
Rhythm and blues in an endless groove
Strumming to a hip-hop beat
Jazz and soul they never get old
They get the girls on their feet
Boys come back to take a crack
At playing his old guitar
All the young and the old in the heat and the cold
Come for the street rock star
And his guitar
His guitar
Yeah it plays
Come on, man, how's it play?
Is that the best you got? Come on!
In Carousel Town, just ten miles down
From the bed where I sleep
A wandering man with a ten-inch amp
Plays his guitar for keeps
Break a string, ain't nothing but a thing
The show must go on
And Carousel streets are filled with sweet
Words of Joseph's song
And his guitar
His guitar
Yeah, it plays
Credits
Writer(s): Zack Samuels
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