To make this story even longer
 Life began to cut me down to size
 Down to size

 Things got tough and they got tougher
 The California sun had burned me blind
 Made me blind, so blind, yeah

 Some of us are hard of hearing
 There I was nearing 35, 35
 All the clubs that used to pay me
 Now began to say they got no time
 How would I survive? Oh

 1, 2, 3, 4
 1, 2, 3, 4

 With a host of weekend warriors dancing in the underground
 Someone stole my guitar and made it out of tinsel town
 Surrounded by rejecters and bill collectors circling all around

 The girl I loved went off and got married to a millionaire
 For fifty dollars I'd play five hours in the desert air
 Some of us have to hit bottom before we'll ever see above the ground