my father made a pretty damn good living playing music on the beauty way he s gonna die with some money in his pocket wish i could do the same today little darling wish i could do the same today doe 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 darling and i never looked back i worked the clubs along the sangre de cristos polished the diamond in the rough by the time i hit l a i was hotter than a pistol but you re never hot enough little darling you never really hot enough i felt the lights on the big big stages the fire burning in my soul i ve had those nights when my guitar rages but it s not something you control little darling it s not something you control redtail diving for a rat on sunset coyote picking through the trash oh i wish i was lying like a cat in the sun stead of working like a dog for the cash little darling i m only working for the cash sometimes i wish i could unplug this cord and my soul or my money i could save oh but every time i say i m gonna quit the beauty way i hear my bones just turning in their grave little darling bones turning in their grave hey yeah yeah hey yeah hey yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah