Curbside Prophet

Curbside prophet – Jason Mraz

G   = 3-5-5-4-3-3
C   = x-3-5-5-5-3
F   = 1-3-3-2-1-1
Bb  = x-1-3-3-3-1



G                        C
I’m just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
F                        Bb
Waiting for my rocket to come
G                        C
I’m just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
F                        Bb
Waiting for my rocket ya’ll

 |G   |C   |F   |Bb   |
 |G   |C   |F   |Bb   |

You see it started way back in N.Y.C
When I stole my first rhyme from the M I C
In the west end avenue at 63
It’s the beginning of a leap year February-96

Win a guitar picked up in the mix
I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
Look at me now, look at me now
Look at me now now now

G                        C
I’m just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
F                        Bb
Waiting for my rocket to come
G                        C
I’m just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
F                        Bb
Waiting for my rocket to come

 |G   |C   |F   |Bb   |
 |G   |C   |F   |Bb   |

And then ya never never da guessed where I’d 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 that

On the road again, will soon be  on my radio dial
And I been payin close attention to the Willy Nelson style
Like a band of gypsies on the highway while
As I’m a one man mission on the California skyline

Drive up the coast I brag and I boast
Because I’m pickin’ up the pace and making time like space ghost
Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most
But my cruise controls on coast

Cause I’m touring around the nation on an extended vacation
See I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation
I said, I like your style crazy pound pup
You need a ride, well come on girl hop in the truck!

G                        C
With the curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
F                        Bb
Waiting for my rocket to come
G                        C
I’m just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
F                        Bb
Waiting for my rocket to come

G                    C
See I’m a down home brother redneck undercover
F
with my guitar here I am ready to play
G                         C
And I’m a sucker for a Philly got a natural ability
F
geared to freestyle look at my flexibility

dangerous on the mic my ghetto hats cocked to fight
all the ladies say yo that kid is crazy!
We got them backstage betty's takin’ more than they can get
they say, what’s up with M-R-A-Z

G    C
hey hey hey hey, heeey
F                           Bb
something’s different in my world today
G             C
well they changed my traffic signs
F             Bb
To a brighter yellow

G    C
hey, hey
F                           Bb
something’s different in my world today
G             C
well they changed my traffic signs
F             Bb
To a brighter yellow