| Intro: G C G G C G |
| G | |
| The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan |
| He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow |
| C | |
| Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet |
| G | |
| To the rhythm that only he | knows |
| Bm | C | |
| And I've | seen him in so many pla | ces |
| Bm | F | D | |
| I | saw him on the night I was | born |
| D | G | |
| In a Bour | bon Street bar, I received my first scar |
| D | C | G | |
| From an | old man so | tattered and torn |
| Chorus: |
| C | |
| And the | wino and I know the pain of street singin' |
| G | |
| Like the | door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin' |
| D | C | |
| Strange situation, | wild occupation |
| G | |
| Livin' my life like a | song |
| The coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde |
| And the donuts are too hot to touch |
| But just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool |
| I eat till I eat way too much |
| 'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me |
| Be they pastry or lobster or love |
| I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy |
| In a world full of pushin' and shove |
| Chorus: |
| And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin' |
| Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin' |
| Strange situation, wild occupation |
| Livin' my life like a song |
| D | C | G | |
| Sweet sen~orita won't you | please come with | me |
| D | C | G | |
| Back to the island honey, | back to the | sea |
| D | C | D | |
| Back to the only place that | I want to | be |
| Chorus: |
| And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean |
| Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion |
| Strange situation, wild occupation |
| Livin' my life like a song |
| Yes it's a strange situation, wild occupation |
| Livin' my life like a song |