To make this story even longer Life began to cut me down to size Down to size
Things got tough and they got tougher The California sun had burned me blind Made me blind, so blind, yeah
Some of us are hard of hearing There I was nearing 35, 35 All the clubs that used to pay me Now began to say they got no time How would I survive? Oh
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With a host of weekend warriors dancing in the underground Someone stole my guitar and made it out of tinsel town Surrounded by rejecters and bill collectors circling all around
The girl I loved went off and got married to a millionaire For fifty dollars I'd play five hours in the desert air Some of us have to hit bottom before we'll ever see above the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
