The 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
 The white kid and a little transistor, tuned into Wolfman Jack
 I picked up a guitar, the sirens whisper
 And I'll never look back with longing
 And I'll never look back
 I worked the clubs along the same red crystals
 Polished a diamond in the rough
 By the time I hit LA I was hotter than a pistol
 But you never had enough, little darling
 You never really had enough
 I felt the lights on the big big stages
 Fire burning my soul
 I bet those nights when my guitar rages
 But it's not something you control little darling
 It's not something you control
 Red pale diving for a ride home sunset
 Probably what you could do with trash
 I wish I was lying like a cat in the sun instead 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, lot of money I could save
 Every time I say hello, I quit the beauty way
 I turn my bones from the narrow grave, little darling
 Bones turned in their grave