Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Haircut , by - Delbert McClinton. Song from the album Prick of the Litter, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 26.01.2017
Record label: Hot Shot
Song language: English
Bad Haircut |
| Empty bottles and dead cigarettes |
| A sad refrain from a world of regret |
| I know I could make it if I could just get up |
| But I’m stuck at home in bed with a bad haircut |
| From the center in the cheap seats |
| Trick question, oh that’s the nature of the beast |
| Some fool tryin' to tell me a tall tell tale tale |
| I jump on my white horse Cadillac and put my house up for sale |
| Love big egos, spade in hand |
| Tryin' to put roots down in vagrant sand |
| I had a part time job but it was just, it was just too much work |
| I know labor makes my fingers hurt |
| I met a man out on the streets selling tickets for a dollar and a quarter |
| For a chance to get to dance with the devils daughter |
| All you can do is the best you can |
| And still you may wind up as an also ran |
| Nobody seems willing to cut me some slack |
| I woke up this morning with a knife in my back |
| It’s getting hard to know these days just who you can trust |
| So I’m keeping a low profile, I don’t make a fuss |