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Crowd Pleasers

Words and music by Robbie Smith

He’s been dragging his body from pillar to post on the road,
And his creative spark has grown dark where once it had glowed;
And now – nothing new comes to mind,
Now – it’s just the same tired grind –
Bar after bar of fast-drinking, truck-driving men…

CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play these days,
CROWD PLEASERS – there’s nothing new left to say;
Something familiar – that’s what they’re after,
Something to go with the beer and the laughter,
CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play.

Now, there’s so much that he wants to say but he can’t find the words,
I guess he’s misplaced them with melodies that’ll never be heard,
But by times – on some long, weary ride,
Sometimes he feels a song drowning inside;
Once inspired, now too tired to pick up his pen –
So, it’s the same thing again, now…

CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play these days,
CROWD PLEASERS – there’s nothing new left to say;
Something familiar – that’s what they’re after,
Something to go with the beer and the laughter,
CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play.

With a bit more promotion he figures he might have gone far,
With a bit more devotion he might have been more
Than a voice in a dark, dingy bar…

Now, he’s thinking of packing it in – tell the world that he’s through,
But he knows if he did, well, there isn’t much else he could do,
So, for now, he just opens his case –
Takes out his six-string and tries to embrace
The mem’ry of how it was when he played way back when –
But that was then, now it’s…

CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play these days,
CROWD PLEASERS – there’s nothing new left to say;
Something familiar – that’s what they’re after,
Something to go with the beer and the laughter,
CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play.
CROWD PLEASERS – that’s all they want him to play.