I was going down town to play
In the month of May
To Busk I was a going
And with my guitar I was playing
I went down in to westbury town
To make a quick buck
I though and I though for sure
I would have to duck
But alas, alas I did indeed make
the dollar I did need
I went and sang my old tunes
As I played at great speed
Now as I did go and play the old songs
a man came up to me
say Tim my boy play me a song
and I will give you a dollar or three
depending on how well you play the tune
I will make my choice clear
Now I know you will not spend
a dime on drugs or beer
so I played him an old time tune
one that I did write
I play it all really, really fast
Hoping he would like
Now he say to me Timmy my boy
I do like your sound
I like that old Westbury blues
It sound good all around
I will give you all you wanted from me
I will give a little more
I will give you five dollars
And deliver it to the door
So I did think of what was a coming
And home I did roam
And then I went and heard a knock and
The man did enter my home
He gave me five dollars for my time
He gave it for my troubles
I took the money very graciously
For he didn’t burst my bubble
I took the money went inside the house
And thought what I had done
I went inside and then realized
What had happened under the sun
I had stop to early but not to late
After making me a dollar
I decided to go back out and play again
After just on sw’ller
Of tea because I do not drink
Any thing the call alcohol
Because I do nay want to get drunk
Right here in the hall
I went right back to the park
To play my gut box
I went and sang ten more songs
And I did forget my socks
But alas I did indeed make
2 more dollars cash
and yes I did make 7 in all
and I made in a flash
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