by Jason Mraz
        Transcribed by Joseph Wheeler (wheeler66@hotmail.com)


*I’m just a Curbside Prophet
with my hand in my pocket 
and I’m waiting for my rocket:
 to come/y’all

You see it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first file from the MIC
At ‘a West End Avenue at 63
It’s a beginning of a leap year February ‘96
play the guitar picked it up in the mix
I committed to the licks like a nickel bag ‘o tricks
Well…

Look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now now now now


I’m just a curbside…*(Repeat)

Well then you never da never da guess what I been been been
And I have no regrets that I bet my whole checking account
Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
Well you can only count that “On The Road Again�
Will soon be on my radio dial
And I’ll be paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a a band of gypsies on the highway wild
As I’m a one-man mission on the Califoria Skyline Drive
Up the coast I brag and I boast 
because I’m picking up a pace that make you tire like “Space Ghost�
Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
But my cruise control’s  on coast
Cause I’m tourin’ around the nation on extended vacation
See I got Elsa the dog who sees my limitation
I say , “ I like your style…crazy pound pup!  
You need to ride? Well come on girl, hop in the truck!�

With your Curbside Prophet…*(Repeat)
*(Repeat)
*(Repeat)

See I’m a down-home brother red-neck undercover
With my guitar here I’m ready to play
And I’m a sucker for a Philly got a na-tur-al ability
Geared to free-style look at my flexibility
Dangerous on the MIC 
My ghetto has cocked fight
All the ladies say…
“Yo that kid is crazy!�
We got the backstage Bettys takin’ more than they can get They say, 
“What’s up with M-R-A-Z?�
**Hey hey hey hey hey 
Somethin’s different in the world today
Well they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow**(repeat)

I’m just a Curbside Prophet  (Repeat)

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