The Beauty Way

Album: Delirium Tremolos

Written by Eliza Gilkyson

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 Cristos.

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’.

It’s not somethin’ you control little darlin’,

It’s not somethin’ 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,

‘stead 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 just turnin’ in their grave.