The Beauty Way

(álbum: Delirium Tremolos - 2005)

My daddy 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

Wide 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 a diamond in the rough
By the time I hit LA 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
A fire burning in my soul
I had those nights where my guitar was raging
It's not something you control little darling
It's not something you control

Redtail diving for a rat on sunset
Coyotes picking through the trash
I wish I was lying like a cat in the sun
'Stead 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
But every time I say I'm gonna quit the beauty way
I feel my bones just turning in their grave little darling
Bones just turning in their grave