Old Glory

I used to think that playing this guitar would get me somewhere But after all these years I'm still here Bar tenders know my name Cops recognize my face Tonight these streets are paved for me I've got more money than I need just as long as I don't want to eat F*ck the rent I'll sleep on the street Keep warm with a news paper headline That says florida has washed away But I'll be fine down here with the sunken ships and vines