| My father made a pretty damn good living
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| Playing music on the Beauty Way
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| He’s gonna die with some money in his pocket
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| Wish I could do the same today little darling
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| Wish I could do the same today
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| Doe eyed kid and a little transistor
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| Tuned into Wolfman jack
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| I picked up a guitar heard the sirens whisper
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| And I never looked back little darling
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| And I never looked back
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| I worked the clubs along the Sangre de Cristos?
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| Polished the diamond in the rough
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| By the time I hit L.A. I was hotter than a pistol
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| But you’re never hot enough little darling
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| You never really hot enough
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| I felt the lights on the big, big stages
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| The fire burning in my soul
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| I’ve had those nights when my guitar rages
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| But it’s not something you control little darling
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| It’s not something you control
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| Redtail diving for a rat on Sunset
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| Coyote picking through the trash
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| Oh I wish I was lying like a cat in the sun
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| 'stead of working like a dog for the cash little darling
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| I’m only working for the cash
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| Sometimes I wish I could unplug this cord
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| And my soul or my money I could save
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| Oh but every time I say I’m gonna quit the Beauty Way
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| I hear my bones just turning in their grave little darling
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| Bones turning in their grave
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| Hey yeah yeah
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| Hey yeah
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| Hey yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |