Lyrics Post: “Curbside Prophet”, Jason Mraz

Heard this one originally back in 2005, from one of my oldest friends and true music lover, Scott Murph.

Still grateful for that lead-in, all these years later. Funky sound, fun lyrics, GOOD.

“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

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket

You see it started way back in NYC

When I stole my first rhyme from the M.I.C.

At a west end avenue at 63

The beginning of a leap year, February, ’96

With a guitar picked up in the mix

I committed to the licks like a nickel back of tricks

Well look at me now

Look at me now

Look at me 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

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket

Well you’re never gonna guess

Where I’ve been been been

And I have no regrets

That I bet my whole checking account

Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end

Well you can only count on the road again

We’ll soon be on the radio dial

And I been payin’ close attention to the Willie Nelson style

Like a band of gypsies on the highway while

I’m one man pushin’ on the California skyline drive

Up the coast mc brag the most

I’m pickin up my pace and makin’ time like space ghost

Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most

Put my cruise control on coast

’cause I’m tourin’ around the nation on extended vacation see

I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation

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

You need a ride?

Well come on, girl, hop in the truck!”

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

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket

I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket to come on

I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket

See I’m a down home brother, redneck undercover

With my guitar here

I’m ready to play

And I’m s a sucker for a filly

Got a natural ability to give the freestyle

Look at my flexibility

Dangerous at the mike

My ghetto hat’s cocked right

The ladies say, “yo, that kid is crazy”

The backstage betties taking more than they can get

They say, “what’s up with m-are-a-z?”

Hey, hey, something’s different in my world today

Well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

Hey, hey, something’s different in my world today

They changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

I’m just a curbside prophet

Curbside prophet now

Curbside prophet now

Curbside

Come on, now

Curbside prophet

Waiting for my rocket to come

Songwriters: Christina Ruffalo / Jason Mraz / William Galewood

Curbside Prophet lyrics © Fintage House Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Goo-Eyed Music, 2002.

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