I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all, hey
You see, it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the M-I-C
At a west end avenue at 63
Is the beginning of a leap year, February, '96
With a guitar picked up in the mix
I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
Well, look at me now, look at me now
Look at me now, now, now, now
I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all, hey
Well, then you're never gonna, never gonna guess where I've 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 on the road again
We'll soon be on my radio dial
And I've been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a, a band of gypsies on the highway while
As I'm one man wishing on the California skyline drive
Up the coast, I brag and I boast
Because I'm picking up a pace and makin' time like space ghost
Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
Put my cruise controls on coast
'Cause I'm touring 'round the nation on extended vacation, see
I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
I say, "I like your style, crazy pound pup
You need a ride? Well come on, girl, hop in the truck"
With the curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all
I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket to come on
I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all
See, I'm a down home brother, redneck undercover
With my guitar here, I'm ready to play
And Im' a sucker for a filly, got a natural ability
Geared to freestyle, look at my flexibility
Dangerous on the mike, my ghetto hat's cocked right
All the ladies say, "Yo', that kid is crazy"
We got the backstage betties taking more than they can get
They say, "What's up with M-R-A-Z?"
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Something's different in my world today
Well, they changed my traffic sign
To a brighter yellow
Hey, hey
Something's different in my world today
Well, they changed my traffic sign
To a brighter yellow
I'm just a curbside prophet (hey, hey)
A curbside prophet (something's different in my world today)
A curbside prophet (well, they changed my traffic sign)
A curbside, oh, come on (to a brighter yellow)
I'm just a curbside prophet (hey, hey)
Waiting for my rocket, waiting for my rocket to come (something's different in my world today)
A curbside prophet (well, they changed my traffic sign)
Come now, brother (to a brighter yellow)
You're a curbside prophet (hey, hey)
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Curbside Prophet - Jason Mraz
