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PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Webb
David Webb
Hammond Organ
Delia Castillo
Delia Castillo
Vocals
Glenn Fukunaga
Glenn Fukunaga
Bass
John Egenes
John Egenes
Mandolin
Mark Hallman
Mark Hallman
Vocals
Rafael Gayol
Rafael Gayol
Drums
Randy McCullogh
Randy McCullogh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eliza Gilkyson
Eliza Gilkyson
Songwriter
Mark Andes
Mark Andes
Songwriter

Letra

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 Doe eyed kid and a little transistor Tuned into Wolfman jack I picked up a guitar heard the sirens whisper And I never looked back little darling And I never looked back I worked the clubs along the Sangre de Cristos? Polished the diamond in the rough By the time I hit L.A. I was hotter than a pistol But you're never hot enough little darling You never really hot enough I felt the lights on the big, big stages The fire burning in my soul I've had those nights when my guitar rages But it's not something you control little darling It's not something you control Redtail diving for a rat on Sunset Coyote picking through the trash Oh I wish I was lying like a cat in the sun 'Stead 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 or my money I could save Oh but every time I say I'm gonna quit the Beauty Way I hear my bones just turning in their grave little darling Bones turning in their grave Hey yeah yeah Hey yeah Hey yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Writer(s): Eliza Gilkyson, Mark Andes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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