[Generate a very deep, raspy male voice with a rough, gravelly tone, as if it's been damaged by years of alcohol and smoking. The voice should sound world-weary, gritty, and full of emotion] [Instrumental intro] [verse] Today they gave me twenty dollars For singing on the train. The guard let me finish, Didn’t kick me out in vain. I hop on the number five, The one that takes me home. Whistling some melodies, Songs rough and all alone. [chorus] Twenty dollars. Twenty, that's all!! Twenty dollars. Outlaw man!! Twenty dollars. And tax-free, man!! [Instrumental solo] [verse] Mama used to say to me, "Son, you’re just a fool. Music’s for a lucky few Who got it all controlled." "You’ve got no one pulling strings, You’ll never make it far. You’ll be starving all your life, Living with no future at all." [chorus] Twenty dollars. Twenty, that's all!! Twenty dollars. Outlaw man!! Twenty dollars. And tax-free, man!! [Instrumental solo] [verse] At the dollar store, I buy Some cheap eats and cold beer. Pick up rolling papers too, Filters for my smokes, my dear. A banquet for the poor man, A sandwich and some sleep. This evening on the subway, You’ll surely hear me sing. [chorus] Twenty dollars. Twenty, that's all!! Twenty dollars. Outlaw man!! Twenty dollars. And tax-free, man!! [verse] Today they gave me twenty dollars For singing on the train. The guard let me finish, Didn’t kick me out again. [END]
