Intro: F C F C F
C
My father made a pretty damn good living
F C F
Playing music on the Beauty Way
C Am G
He's gonna die with some money in his pocket
Am G
Wish I could do the same today, little darling
Am
Wish I could do the same today
F C
Doe-eyed kid and a little transistor
F C
Tuned into Wolfman Jack
F C Am G
I picked up a guitar, heard the siren's whisper
Am G
And I never looked back, little darling
Am F
And I never looked back
C F
I worked the clubs along the Sangre Cristos
C
Polished the diamond in the rough
F C Am G
By the time I hit L.A., I was hotter than a pistol
Am G
But you're never hot enough, little darling
Am F
You never really hot enough
C F
I felt the lights on the big, big stages
C F
Fire burning in my soul
C Am G
I've had those nights when my guitar rages
Am G
But it's not something you control, little darling
Am
It's not something you control
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