Long Story

To make this story ever longer

Life began to cut me down to size

Down to the size

Things not tough and they got tougher

The California sun had burned me blind

Made me blind... so blind



Some of us are hard of hearing

There I was nearing thirty five

Thirty five

All the clubs that used to pay me

Now began to say they got no time

How would I survive?



With a host of weekend warriors

Dancing in the underground

Someone stole my guitar

And made it out of tinsel town

Surrounded by rejecters

And bill collectors circling all around



The girl I loved went off

And got married to a millionaire

For fifty dollars I'd play five hours in the desert air

Some of us have to hit bottom

Before we'll ever see above the ground