Testo di Long Story

To make this story ever longer Life began to cut me down to size Down to the size Things not tough and they got tougher The California sun had burned me blind Made me blind... so blind Some of us are hard of hearing There I was nearing thirty five Thirty five All the clubs that used to pay me Now began to say they got no time How would I survive? With a host of weekend warriors Dancing in the underground Someone stole my guitar And made it out of tinsel town Surrounded by rejecters And bill collectors circling all around The girl I loved went off And got married to a millionaire For fifty dollars I'd play five hours in the desert air Some of us have to hit bottom Before we'll ever see above the ground