Текст песни Robert Earl Keen - Dreadful Selfish Crime
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Seems like yesterday I was hereDreamin` my life away and drinkin` beerStaying up till dawn strummin` on guitarsSleepin` all day long just like the big rock starsBarely livin` on money from tip jarsI had a little place just up the blockHad me a French girlfriend I loved the way she talkedWe spent our afternoons watchin` the TVFindin` things to do that we could do for freeWhen we split up she said you don`t do enough for meCHORUS:I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crimeI had robbed myself of all my precious timeHad my first gig here in the neighborhoodWe had a little band I thought was goodHocked my old shotgun bought a used P.A.We got a quart of rum drank it all that dayWhen the big gig come we were just to drunk to playCHORUSSometimes I can`t believe those days are goneMost of my friends back then have moved alongOne`s in Hollywood one`s a millionaireSome are gone for good some still livin` hereMe I`m just the same lost in a crowdLookin` for the rain in a thunder cloudI have moved around but it don`t matter thoughOne thing I have found there are just two ways to goIt all comes down to livin` fast or dyin` slowCHORUS