Tips

Well, I was counting my tips at the Playing Sixes
 In this [Incomprehensible]
 When this old beach bum yelled out
 "Come on, play, give me three steps"
 I was beat but I played him one more
 Then I was headed out towards the door
 And he handshake and handed me a hundred dollar bills
 And said, "By the way, I own this bar"
 Then he winked at me and said, "Kid, I got a few more tips
 But they sure ain't the kind that would fit in that jar"
 You gotta treat people right on your ride up
 They'll have your back on the way back down
 He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
 Keeping it real is what it's really about"
 You can count your blessings, count yourself lucky
 But every day you get above ground
 Oh, that ain't about keeping count of what you got
 It's making what you got count
 He grabbed me by the arm and said
 He said, "Real quick, boy, let me tell you this story
 About this real rich dude I used to know real well
 He owned all kinds of stuff but when he added it all up
 He still felt like he was empty as hell"
 He said, "Son, would you believe that
 That dude was me back before I inventoried my life
 Ah, just to live down here, selling shots and some beer
 And, and dispensing some free advice"
 Now treat people right on your ride up
 They'll have your back on the way back down
 He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
 Keeping it real, that's what it's really about"
 Count your blessings, count yourself lucky
 Every day you get above ground
 'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got
 It's making what you got count
 Oh, now I can't recollect how much I collected in my jar
 [Incomprehensible]
 And tonight I started getting to have a beer with my old friends
 And when he saw those tour buses outside, he said
 Now are your treating people right on your ride up?
 They'll have your back on the way back down
 He said, "Take it from this old beach bum, son
 Yeah, keep it real, that's what it's really about"
 And the best things in life, you can't put a price on
 They don't come with no dollar or map, no
 'Cause it ain't about keeping count of what you got
 It's making what you got count
 No, it ain't about keeping count of what you got
 No, it all comes down to making what you got count
 Make it count, that's what it comes down to, son
 Tell your friends and be a friend
 Count your blessings, don't count your problems