Текст (слова) песни: Robert Earl Keen - Dreadful Selfish Crime
Seems like yesterday I was here Dreamin` my life away and drinkin` beer Staying up till dawn strummin` on guitars Sleepin` all day long just like the big rock stars Barely livin` on money from tip jars
I had a little place just up the block Had me a French girlfriend I loved the way she talked We spent our afternoons watchin` the TV Findin` things to do that we could do for free When we split up she said you don`t do enough for me
CHORUS: I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime I had robbed myself of all my precious time
Had my first gig here in the neighborhood We had a little band I thought was good Hocked my old shotgun bought a used P.A. We got a quart of rum drank it all that day When the big gig come we were just to drunk to play
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Sometimes I can`t believe those days are gone Most of my friends back then have moved along One`s in Hollywood one`s a millionaire Some are gone for good some still livin` here Me I`m just the same lost in a crowd Lookin` for the rain in a thunder cloud I have moved around but it don`t matter though One thing I have found there are just two ways to go It all comes down to livin` fast or dyin` slow
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