Rock Star's Lament

(Shel Silverstein - Fred Koller)



I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits

For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots

Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell

Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell.



Hide a face you might remember hide a voice you may recall

Twas that cold night in December when we played Carnegie Hall

Now we're smokin' marijuana singin' flat but doin' well

Till I took my first drink of whiskey we started down the road to hell.



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I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits

For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots

Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell

Once a dopefiend now a drunker with no song left to sell.



Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell

With no song left to sell...