Track 3 of the album Loud and Wrong and Ours · 2023
Guitar Case Open on Fourth Street
“I set my guitar case open on Fourth Street, lined with a flannel shirt. That's how I paid for the very first tank of gas.”
folk rock · busker folk rock · bright jangle · 3:32
Lyrics
Set my guitar case open on Fourth Street Lined with a flannel shirt and a prayer Two dimes and a button and a lemon drop That's the whole bank I got in there A woman in heels slows down for the second verse A kid on his dad's shoulders starts to sway Nobody planned to stop on a Tuesday But the street's got a song today Come on, come on, let it ring Nobody pays to hear the morning sing So play it loud on Fourth Street Let the pigeons hear the news Case wide open, hands wide open Got nothing here to lose Every stranger is a chorus Every sidewalk is a stage We're all just busking for the sunlight Singing off the page A bus driver honks in perfect time The baker's tapping flour on the glass An old man hums the harmony he lost Some forty years back, the first time he sang The rain comes down and nobody leaves We crowd up under the awning light Wet strings, warm voices, one more verse Make a roof out of the night Come on, come on, let it ring Nobody pays to hear the morning sing So play it loud on Fourth Street Let the pigeons hear the news Case wide open, hands wide open Got nothing here to lose Every stranger is a chorus Every sidewalk is a stage We're all just busking for the sunlight Singing off the page Count the coins at closing time Not the money, count the faces Every one who stayed a minute In these crowded little places So play it loud on Fourth Street Let the pigeons hear the news Case wide open, hands wide open Got nothing here to lose Every stranger is a chorus Every sidewalk is a stage We're all just busking for the sunlight Singing off the page Case wide open on Fourth Street Singing off the page