Beauty Way

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