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



The white kid and a little transistor, tuned into Wolfman Jack

I picked up a guitar, the sirens whisper

And I'll never look back with longing

And I'll never look back



I worked the clubs along the same red crystals

Polished a diamond in the rough

By the time I hit LA I was hotter than a pistol

But you never had enough, little darling

You never really had enough



I felt the lights on the big big stages

Fire burning my soul

I bet those nights when my guitar rages

But it's not something you control little darling

It's not something you control



Red pale diving for a ride home sunset

Probably what you could do with 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, lot of money I could save

Every time I say hello, I quit the beauty way

I turn my bones from the narrow grave, little darling

Bones turned in their grave