Busker at Mardi Gras

Well I took a bus down to New Orleans To join the Mardi Gras and be a part of the scene Guitar in one hand, my songs in another With money in my pocket, I'm bound to be smothered I'm waiting for something to go down tonight Playing on a corner 'till I see the light I'm making lots of money before I know And the police try to stop me during every show Well I'm the busker here at Mardi Gras And I've been playing all afternoon I'm getting all my courage straight from God And I'm bound to get in trouble soon The songs never repeat, I'm giving something new I play to everybody from many to few I've got a man in white who's watching from up above Every note I play or sing comes with love Well I'm the busker here at Mardi Gras And I've been playing all afternoon I'm getting all my courage straight from God And I'm bound to get in trouble soon As soon as it's all over, I've got bills in my case I take the bus back home, they forget my face I spend what I've earned on a new set of strings And wait until next year when I play all my things Well I'm the busker here at Mardi Gras And I've been playing all afternoon I'm getting all my courage straight from God And I'm bound to get in trouble soon