Simple songs of acoustic guitar and voice.
Lyrics
Chiefa۪s Caf̩
Sitting alone on creaking vinyl
Drinking shots and drafts with lonely pension men
Desolate
Forced back to your hometown by your failure
Your future as empty and dim as these old mena€™s here with you
a€œDona€™t follow mea€
Your father would say as he pulled on his work boots
Stay here and read
Learn to be a businessman
Dona€™t work with your hands
No one respects that life anymore
Go be better than me
So you did
Followed your friends and the sun to the new west
Learned how to work without sweat just like a modern man
Did OK
You never got rich but you had your own house
A trip every spring and some money youa€™d set aside for someday
Now ita€™s all gone
You did what they said to prepare for the future
Got a degree
And put in your share of full days
Nobody cared
Once they found somebody else to work cut price
Half the world away
Now you sit
In the same crappy bar youa€™d avoided your whole life
Laugh bitter and hard at the jokes you can find in the irony
Dona€™t listen to me
Is that what you'll say to your own someday children
Learn to love greed
Or to be a politician
Dona€™t make anything
Therea€™ll always be someone else making it cheaper
And then youa€™ll end like me
