[intro] - [instrumental] [Verse 1 – The Circle] We’re all sittin’ round the old ashtray, Laughin’ less than we did yesterday. One cone packed, one more to share, Six of us dreamin’ like there’s smoke in the air. But the bowl’s lookin’ light, just a couple of ghosts, Someone says “pass it,” but it’s already toast. [Chorus] You-wouldn’t-think-by-now, things-would-be-this-way. I’ve-got-2-cone-blues and-only-spare-change, 2 cone blues—2 cone blues everyday. [Verse 2 – The Solo Mission] Woke up broke checkin’ pockets for gold, Found just enough to keep the story told. Rolled down the servo with a cough and a grin, Bought a cheap pack and a faded win. Back on the couch with a flick and a sigh, Two cones deep, just men myself and why? [Chorus] You-wouldn’t-think-by-now, things-would-be-this-way. I’ve-got-2-cone-blues and-only-spare-change, 2 cone blues—2 cone blues, everyday. [Verse 3 – The Lender] She said “you got green?” I said “not today,” But I’ve got a lighter and things to say. She smiled thin, said “you know the rule,” “Bring your share or bring a jewel.” I dropped my last two, felt the silence grow— No buzz, no blaze, just the drag of the low [Chorus – Final] You-wouldn’t-think-by-now, things-would-be-this-way. I’ve-got-2-cone-blues and-only-spare-change, 2 cone blues—2 cone blues, Oh yeah You-wouldn’t-think-by-now, things-would-be-this-way. I’ve-got-2-cone-blues and-only-spare-change, 2 cone blues—2 cone blues, everyday. [outro] [instrumental] [end song]
