Lyrics Bad Haircut - Delbert McClinton, Self-Made Men

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