Playing For The NFL
Album: Winning At Poker On The Titanic
By: Mark Miale
By: Mark Miale
Duration
3:20
Genres
Description
This song is about the ups, and downs of playing music in bars during football saeson.
Lyrics
Well I try to earn a living in whiskey bars making music and hoping to please A couple nights a week I'm a minor attraction, all the regulars are buying me drinks But with the end of the summer comes the football season, and the music seems to take a back seat ‘Cause every Monday night all eyes are glued to the giant screen color TV Then I'm playing for the NFL, and all the customers are giving me hell They holler 'turn down that racket, we can't hear the bones crackin', man we've got to feel 'em hit to make it all worthwhile Playing for the NFL, suddenly though I was doing so well You see their hands were clappin', but their toes weren’t tappin' Must have been a TD sure as hell wasn't me, that they were coming to see Well I really shouldn’t knock it cause I’m pretty well paid, and i always get to sleep late Although I sometimes feel I’m without an occupation, i could have been dealt a worse fate I could be lying on my back on the 50 yard line with a couple of broken knees Wishing I was singing at the holiday inn, and watching it all on TV Instead I’m playing for the NFL and all the customers are giving me hell They holler, ‘turn down that racket, we can’t hear the bones crackin Man we’ve got to feel ’em hit to make it all worthwhile Playing for the NFL, suddenly thought i was doing so well You see their hands were clapping but their toes weren’t tapping Must have been a TD, sure as hell wasn’t me, that they were coming to see Well I try to earn a living in whiskey bars making music and hoping to please A couple nights a week I'm a minor attraction, all the regulars are buying me drinks But with the end of the summer comes that football season, and the music seems to take a back seat ‘Cause every Monday night all eyes are glued to the giant screen color TV Then I'm playing for the NFL, and all the customers are giving me hell They holler 'turn down that racket, we can't hear the bones crackin', man we've got to feel 'em hit to make it all worthwhile Playing for the NFL, suddenly though I was doing so well You see their hands were clappin', but their toes were'nt tappin' It was (( Brees )) down the middle with another (( Saints )) touchdown And I thought it was me, that they were comin’ to see No, no it wasn’t me
