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Josh Damigo
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Pocket Change
Second Street and Broadway, there's a little bus stop
Just an ordinary downtown of a city just around the block
Jay picks up a six-string, he starts to sing the blues
Plays the King, a little bit of old school, and a couple of new ones too
See, back where he's from there's this girl that broke his heart
That blonde hair and giggle just tore that boy apart
So he drive into the city where he flat out disappeared
Second Street and Broadway in a town not far from here
He sings a song that he wrote for her even though she's miles and miles away
And he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changed
Then he switches to a minor key, but the memory won't fade away
Now he's twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change
You can toss him a nickel, a dime, or even drop a five
He don't care, he's nowhere near there, his mind's in auto drive
And he's thinking of that time when she held that baby cat
And the poor boy sneezed the whole way home but he didn't seem to mind that
And he's praying one day maybe she'd love him again
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But he noticed the bucket, nods, and flashes you a small grin
The bus pulls up but no one moves cause no one wants to leave
The night's young and he's doing pretty good, pretty much everyone agrees
He sings a song that he wrote for her even though she's miles and miles away
And he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changed
Then he switches to a minor key, but the memory won't fade away
Now he's twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change
Couple of hours later and Jay just shakes his head
All he needed was twelve cents but he's holding eighteen dollars instead
Ya know everyone likes it when they start to snap along
All because the love he had ended so wrong
He sings a song that he wrote for her even though she's a million miles away
And he dreams of when he held her close, yeah, cause oh how time has changed
Then he switches to a minor key, but the memory won't fade away
Now he's twelve cents short of a bus ride home, playing for your pocket change
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