The Poet Of Rock 'n Roll
(1) From Montreal to Hydra.
Through London, Berlin, L.A.
The stories of the street are his.
Icy altitudes carved his way.
(2) Around the world across the land
Plying his six strings
Holds an audience in his hands
With the lyrical spells he sings.
(Chorus)
Crowded halls were wooed and wowed.
As he drew those curtain calls
Piece by piece he bared his soul.
The sharp poet of rock 'n roll.
(3) Sun drenched isles, turquoise bays
Ouzo, cheese and wine
The calling to have life renewed
To nurture family of a kind.
(4) The service on the misty mount
The lure of boogie street
The contradictions life reveals
The taste bitter and the sweet.
Chorus.
(5) The critics and those analysts
Interpret, presume, compare
Anticipate the next big work
While he labours with vision so rare.
(Bridge) Crafted with the utmost care; honesty so few may dare.
(6) Words of love, concerns of hate
The anguish that drives art
He lays it on the printed page
Or sings it from the heart.
(7) The studio or concert hall
The field commander sways
With Army or the solo call
Those magic spells he plays
© J.W. 2004.
If anyone is interested in trying to sing this, let me know and I'll post a version with the chords. It is in Aminor, common time, finger style, acoustic.

Cheers, Witty Owl.