“Phone Booth Crowd”

Listening to the morning, glistening rain drops.
Practicing and performing, the shows mustn’t stop.
‘Cuz Christmas is coming, at Santa’s workshop.
And I know, if I hold, on to this cold guitar top.

They’ll Be Lights and Big Cameras,
and Fans Hootin’ Loud.
They’ll Be Rides In Stretch Limo’s,
While Drinkin’ Royal Crown.
They’ll Be Dancing In the Isles,
to My Up Beatin’ Sound.
Until the Lights Reveal All Around.
I Was Playin’ for a Phone Booth Crowd.

I briskly start collecting, my gear and my change.
Wrapped the cords tight and tied them, packed them nicely arranged.
As my only fan looks, and waits patiently trained.
If he only knew, I’m totally new, at autographing my name.

They’ll Be Lights and Big Cameras,
and Fans Hootin’ Loud.
They’ll Be Rides In Stretch Limo’s,
While Drinkin’ Royal Crown.
They’ll Be Dancing In the Isles,
to My Up Beatin’ Sound.
Until the Lights Reveal All Around.
I Was Playin’ for a Phone Booth Crowd.

The only guy before me, wanted to buy my tossed spread.
All the shirts, and the cd’s, ball cap for his head.
The cold drink koozies, he’ll sticker his truck bed.
It’s a Christmas, so festive us, I believed what he said.

And He Said,
They’ll Be Lights and Big Cameras,
and the Fans Will Hoot Loud.
You’ll Be Ridin’ Stretch Limo’s,
While Downin’ Royal Crowns.
Then You’ll Dance Into the Isles,
While Beatin’ Up Your Sound.
and the Lights Will Reveal the Turn Around.
You’ll Play for No More Phone Booth Crowds.

Music and Lyrics, 2017: Peter J. Beauchemin