Lyrics

My father made a pretty damn good living Playing music on the beauty way He's gonna die with some money in his pocket Wish I could do the same today, little darling Wish I could do the same today Doe-eyed kid and a little transistor Tuned into Wolfman Jack I picked up a guitar, heard the sirens whisper And I never looked back, little darling And I never looked back I worked the clubs along the Sangre de Cristos Polished the diamond in the rough By the time I hit L.A., I was hotter than a pistol But you're never hot enough, little darling You're never really hot enough I felt the lights on the big big stages Fire burning my soul I've had those nights when my guitar rages But it's not something you control, little darling It's not something you control Red-tail diving for a rat on Sunset Coyote picking through the trash I wish I was lying like a cat in the sun Instead of working like a dog for the cash, little darling I'm only working for the cash Sometimes I wish I could unplug this cord And my soul or my money I could save Every time I say I'm gonna quit the beauty way I hear my bones turning in their grave, little darling Bones turning in their grave