| My daddy made a pretty damn good livin'
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| Playin' 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 darlin'
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| Wish I could do the same today
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| Wide-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 darlin'
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| And I never looked back
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| I worked the clubs along the Sangre de Christos
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| Polished a diamond in the rough
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| By the time I hit LA, I was hotter than a pistol
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| But you’re never hot enough, little darlin'
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| You’re never really hot enough
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| I felt the lights on the big, big stages
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| A fire burnin' in my soul
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| I had those nights where my guitar was ragin'
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| But it’s not something you control, little darlin'
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| It’s not something you control
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| Redtail divin' for a rat on Sunset
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| Coyotes pickin' through the trash
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| I wish I was lyin' like a cat in the sun
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| Instead of workin' like a dog for the cash, little darlin'
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| I’m only workin' 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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| But every time I say, «I'm gonna quit The Beauty Way»
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| I feel my bones just turnin' in their grave, little darlin'
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| Bones turnin' in their grave |