Fighting For The Sweetness

Really easy song that Roger hasn't recorded onto an album yet. I'm basing the lyrics and chords off his performance at Scenic City Roots. Some of the best lyrics I've ever read! Forgive me if I've spelled one of the French words wrong. Have fun with it! :D _______________________________ Capo the 1st fret! Intro: On the boulevard in Paris called the Shanzelize I ducked into a sad cafe Sat down with the ghost of Hemingway Ordered a bottle of Beaujolais and talked about everything We talked all night about everything He said “where'd you get that old rucksack?” I said “Popeye just got back From ramblin' 'round with Kerouac I left him by the railroad track, he gimme this turquoise ring He gimme this turquoise ring” Ernest said “Yeah, well how's Jack doin'?” I said “Man he sure seemed congruent Still a crazy social truant Just bummin' around and and gettin' fluent in the Tao Te Ching Still doin' that Buddhist thing I left him hungry and needin' a shave Master of Zen and a freedom slave Runnin' off to sleep on Charlie Parker's grave I said “Hey Jack, tell Baird I said hey and man thanks for the ring Thanks again for the ring” And I will follow the footsteps through the garden I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness I seen a grievous angel on my way over here At a jazz joint in Georgetown swillin' Jamaican beer I said “are you okay Gram? You're actin' weird“ He said “Roy Buchanan used to play in here, yeah I'll be okay I'll be okay my friend” So we shot some pool and made some bets He told me bout this girl named Emmylou he'd met He bummed my last cigarette And ran off lookin' for Stan Getz hummin' Hickory Wind Just hummin' Hickory Wind And I will follow the footsteps through the garden I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness Then Django Reinhardt come strollin' in With Arthur Rimbaud and a bottle of gin Said “They fooled around and missed the train again” They's out lookin' for Hank Williams, they wanted to buy him one Everyone always wanted to buy ol' Hank one So Ernie stood up to say hello He turned to me and said “Man I gotta go So long Hank, so long Django I gotta get back to Idaho, I gotta kiss my gun I gotta french kiss my shotgun And I will follow the footsteps through the garden I'll lick the nectar from that holy flower of freedom I ask nothing more of my life and nothing less You know it all comes down to havin' the courage to be yourself I guess It all comes down to fightin' for the sweetness Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that sweetness