The Beauty Way
C
My father made a pretty dam good living
Playin music on the beauty way
He's gonna die with some money in his pocket
Wish I could do the same today, little Darlin'"
Wish I could do the same today
Wide eyed kid and a little transister tuned into Wolfman Jack.
I picked up a guitar, heard the sirens whisper
And I never looked back, little Darlin.
And I never looked back.
I worked the clubs along the Sangre de Cristos
Polished a diamond in the rough.
By the time I hit LA I was hotter than a pistol
But you're never hot enough, little Darlin
You're never really hot enough.
I felt the lights on the big, big stages:
A fire bunin in my Soul.
I've had those nights where my guitar rages.
But it's not something you control, little Darlin'
It's not something you control.
break
Red tail diving for a rat on sunset.
Coyote pickin thru the trash.
I Wish I was lyin' like a cat in the sun instead of
Workin like a dog for the cash, little Darlin'
Workin like a dog for the cash
Sometimes I wish I could unplug this cord.
And my soul and my money I could save
But every time I think quit this beauty way
I hear my bones just turning in their grave
little darlin.
bones just turnin in their grave.
Hey hh hhh hey hey heyaaa he ahhh.
My father made a pretty dam good living
Playin music on the beauty way
He's gonna die with some money in his pocket
Wish I could do the same today, little Darlin'"
Wish I could do the same today
Wide eyed kid and a little transister tuned into Wolfman Jack.
I picked up a guitar, heard the sirens whisper
And I never looked back, little Darlin.
And I never looked back.
I worked the clubs along the Sangre de Cristos
Polished a diamond in the rough.
By the time I hit LA I was hotter than a pistol
But you're never hot enough, little Darlin
You're never really hot enough.
I felt the lights on the big, big stages:
A fire bunin in my Soul.
I've had those nights where my guitar rages.
But it's not something you control, little Darlin'
It's not something you control.
break
Red tail diving for a rat on sunset.
Coyote pickin thru the trash.
I Wish I was lyin' like a cat in the sun instead of
Workin like a dog for the cash, little Darlin'
Workin like a dog for the cash
Sometimes I wish I could unplug this cord.
And my soul and my money I could save
But every time I think quit this beauty way
I hear my bones just turning in their grave
little darlin.
bones just turnin in their grave.
Hey hh hhh hey hey heyaaa he ahhh.
Credits
Writer(s): Eliza Gilkyson, Mark Andes
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