The Beauty Way - Ray Wylie Hubbard

My daddy made a pretty damn good livin'

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 transistor

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 Christos

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 burnin' in my soul

I had those nights where my guitar was ragin'

But it’s not something you control, little darlin'

It’s not something you control

Redtail divin' for a rat on Sunset

Coyotes pickin' through the trash

I wish I was lyin' like a cat in the sun

Instead of workin' like a dog for the cash, little darlin'

I’m only workin' for the cash

Sometimes I wish I could unplug this cord

And my soul or my money I could save

But every time I say, «I'm gonna quit The Beauty Way»

I feel my bones just turnin' in their grave, little darlin'

Bones turnin' in their grave