Warm and Free - Bobby Bare

Warm and free warm and free that’s all it takes to get a hold on me Warm and free warm and free you never know how low you can be Till you go into an an all-night cafe grab somebody’s dirty old cup

Walk right up to the hot water boiler and fill that sucker up Then you add some ketchup salt and tabasco sure smells good to me Then sloopity-slop you suck it up it’s warm and it’s free

Oh warm and free…

Till you sneak into a party on the Saturday night and say hey I’m a friend of Stan’s

And you ease into the kitchen open up the fridge and gobble up everything you

can

Then you crawl into the bed neath the big pile o’coats

And try to get yourself some sleep

This life ain’t swell but what the hell you’re warm and you’re free

Oh warm and free…

Till you go into the bar and meet a middle aged lady let her buy you a drink or two

You look into her eyes till she says I’ve got a son bout the very same age as you

Then you say you remind me of my very own mama as her hand slips to her knee

She ain’t Raquel but what the hell it’s warm and it’s free

Oh warm and free…