The Beauty Way
Album: Delirium Tremolos
The Beauty Way
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.