Curbside Prophet (Eagles Ballroom Live Version)

We'll bring another friend of mine out here for this next song

Some of you guys might recognize, might know

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. John Popper

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

And I'm waiting for my rocket to come

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all, boy

You see, it started way back in NYC

When I stole my first rhymes on this M-I-C

At a West End Avenue at 63

The beginning of a leap year, February '96

When a guitar picked up in the mix

I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks

Well, uh, look at me now, well, look at you now

And look at us now, now, now, now

I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket

And I'm waiting for my rocket to come

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

I'm waiting for my rocket to come on

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

And I'm waiting for my rocket, all y'all

Well then, ya never, da never, da guess I guess I bet, I bet, bet, bet

Well, I have no regrets that I bet my whole checking account

Because it all amounts to nothin' up in the end

Well, you can only count that "On the Road Again"

Will soon be on my radio dial

And I'll be paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style

Like a, a band of gypsies on the highway wild

I'm a one-man pushin' on the Milwaukee skyline

Drive from the coast-a I brag and I boast-a

I'm pickin' up a pace I'm makin' time like Space Ghost

Raising the toast to the highway patrol with the most

But my cruise control's on coast-a

I'm tourin' around the nation on extended vacation

And I got Popper; he's my dog, he exceeded my limitation

I say, "I like your style, crazy pound pup!

You need a ride? Well, come on, boy, get in the truck"

With a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

I'm waiting for my rocket to come on

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

I'm waiting for my rocket to come on

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

And I'm waiting for my rocket, all y'all outside

I relax with a third verse without even rehearsing

Lacin' up my Converse and conjugatin' the verbs

It's always been my thing, you know, for better or worse

To be a singer who's going around the universe

Now you're speaking on the topic of a curbside prophet

Everybody come to me they ask me how they can unlock it

I'll say, "shiz, if this is all there is, it's just fillin' in the blanks like mad libs"

I'm just a curbside prophet

And I'm waiting for my rocket to stop on a dime

I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket

And you can bet that I'm fishing for mine

I'm just a curbside prophet, my hand's up in my pocket

I'm waiting for my rocket to come on

I'm just a curbside prophet got my hand in my pocket

And I'm waiting for my rocket, all y'all

See, I'm a down-home brother, redneck undercover

With a guitar here, I'm ready to play

And I'm a sucker for a filly, got a natural ability

Geared to freestyle, check out my flexibility

Dangerous on the mic, my ghetto hat's cocked right

All the ladies say, "Mraz, you so crazy"

We got the backstage Betty's taking more than they can get

They say, "I want to have your baby"

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ah-ha

Something's different in my world today

They changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow

I singin' hey, ay, ay

Something's different in my world today

Well, they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow

'Cause I'm a curbside brother lover, a curbside mother of what?

A curbside prophet, yes, I'm waitin' for my rocket

Said, I'm waiting for my rocket to come down curbside

Come on back to this, here brother

A curbside prophet, yes, I'm a self-proclaimed bad mother for you

Hey, hey, hey, ay-ay-ay-ay

Something's different in my world today

Well, they changed my traffic signs

To a brighter yellow