Lyrics
Hard case, musician mean
Hey, hey, hey
It's kind of sad, but that's what I'll be
Hey, hey, hey
Ain't got nothin' but the clothes on my back
Hey, hey, hey
Do my sleepin' in an old brown sack
Hey, hey, hey
I had enough of gettin' shot in the head
I had enough and I wish I was dead
I had enough of gettin' shot in the head
I had enough of gettin' shot in the head
Well I ain't got money and I ain't got class
Hey, hey, hey
Takes fifty dollars just to fill my glass
Hey, hey, hey
I've got so many friends to my name
They're just bottles of whiskey
Friends just the same
Always understood the name of the game
Hey, hey, hey
25 years in a rock-n-roll band
10, 000 women on a one night stand
All I've got to show, a hole in my hand
Where the money burned through
Hey, hey, hey
