| Tried busking down in Frisco, tried dancin' in LA
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| I played the blues in Chicago, boy I ran home in Santa Fe
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| I played guitar for many men, signed a deal or two
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| And all I ever got from them is the sho-biz blues
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| I got hot chicks down in Texas, no work in Alabam'
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| Snowed in out on Belibor you were always in a jam
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| Worked carnivals down in Georgia, night clubs attitude
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| And all I ever got from them is the sho-biz blues
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| Well the manager’s got no money, the bookers had no jobs
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| The record man he fell asleep, he says I look like a slob
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| The bus breaks down and the motel’s bad you’re always in a stew
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| You can’t quit you’re too far gone, you got the sho-biz blues
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| I tried to love the ladies everywhere I went
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| When I got down and out they wouldn’t ever pay my rent
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| If you crave your neighbour lights, the spotlight’s right on you
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| When it’s time to get the catch with the sho-biz blues
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| Now you can’t sleep till two o’clock, you ain’t no millionaire
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| This entertaining lifestyle just seems to go nowhere
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| You write a song it seems OK, they say it’s nothin' new
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| It don’t take long to find you’ve got the sho-biz blues |