seems like yesterday i was here dreamin my life away and drinkin beer staying up till dawn strummin on guitars sleepin all day long just like the big rock stars barely livin on money from tip jars i had a little place just up the block had me a french girlfriend i loved the way she talked we spent our afternoons watchin the tv findin things to do that we could do for free when we split up she said you don t do enough for me i am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime i had robbed myself of all my precious time had my first gig here in the neighborhood we had a little band i thought was good hocked my old shotgun bought a used p a we got a quart of rum drank it all that day when the big gig come we were just to drunk to play i am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime i had robbed myself of all my precious time sometimes i can t believe those days are gone most of my friends back then have moved along one s in hollywood one s a millionaire some are gone for good some still livin here me i m just the same lost in a crowd lookin for the rain in a thunder cloud i have moved around but it don t matter though one thing i have found there are just two ways to go it all comes down to livin fast or dyin slow i am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime i had robbed myself of all my precious time