We Got Up and Played - Chuck Prophet

Well, the soundman never showed

The doorman cracks a whip

The bartender’s standing in the middle of the street

With his pants around his neck

We loaded in--couple hours ago

Now we’re standing around

Wondering who’ll show

Somebody famous

Played here last night

Two underage kids were found beneath the stage

There was a pretty nasty fight

When we started out

We fought all the time

Dumb and afraid

And out of our minds

But we got up and played

We got up and sang

We plugged in our guitars

We tried to make it rain

We got up and played

I was thinking of you

Thought I’d give you a call

I went out for a walk

Searching in vain

For some life beyond these walls

The eucalyptus trees

Were all standing bare

Yeah, Cleveland’s kind of sad

This time of year

But we got up and played

We got up and sang

We plugged in our guitars

And tried to make it rain

We got up and played

Well, the soundman never showed

The doorman cracks a whip

The bartender’s standing in the middle of the street

With his pants around his neck

We loaded in--couple hours ago

Now we’re standing around

Wondering who’ll show