My father made a pretty damn good living
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Playing music on the beauty way
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He’s gonna die with some money in his pocket
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Wish I could do the same today, little darling
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Wish I could do the same today
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The white kid and a little transistor, tuned into Wolfman Jack
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I picked up a guitar, the sirens whisper
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And I’ll never look back with longing
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And I’ll never look back
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I worked the clubs along the same red crystals
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Polished a diamond in the rough
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By the time I hit LA I was hotter than a pistol
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But you never had enough, little darling
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You never really had enough
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I felt the lights on the big big stages
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Fire burning my soul
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I bet those nights when my guitar rages
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But it’s not something you control little darling
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It’s not something you control
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Red pale diving for a ride home sunset
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Probably what you could do with trash
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I wish I was lying like a cat in the sun instead of working like a dog for the cash, little darling
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I’m only working for the cash
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Sometimes I wish I could unplug this cord
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And my soul, lot of money I could save
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Every time I say hello, I quit the beauty way
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I turn my bones from the narrow grave, little darling
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Bones turned in their grave
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The Beauty Way
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| Lucy Kaplansky |
