The King of Broadway

I know a fella, if you met him he would tell ya he's a king

He's got gold in his jaw, diamonds on his saw and he sings

You won't understand him, the honky tonks all banned him, but he knows

That he's got a song and he's gonna show you how it goes

Throw me a dollar, I'm an honest blue-collar, don't you see

I used to play the six-string, but now I'm strummin' this thing with three

I ain't about the tunin' or the tales that I'm croonin' for free

So if you want some silence, I can give you my compliance for a fee

He may be a ruckus, he got five-gallon buckets for his dough

But day after day he fills them up and loads them on a tow