I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell.
Hide a face you might remember hide a voice you may recall Twas that cold night in December when we played Carnegie Hall Now we're smokin' marijuana singin' flat but doin' well Till I took my first drink of whiskey we started down the road to hell.
I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell Once a dopefiend now a drunker with no song left to sell.
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