Intro: 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 siren's whisper And I never looked back, little darling And I never looked back I worked the clubs along the Sangre 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 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 Instrumental: