| Lyrics: | Spending my life in a cold hard bar-room
Drinking that long black whisky down
I play the
guitar, for me it's a living
Well, I know, just a hanging-around
Dancing girls, oh, they
drive me crazy
All they want is a fancy name
Don't you know is I might not make
it
That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man
Yeah, been down to the palace of
pleasure
Honky-tonk, where I come from
Smoke's so thick I can't imagine
Wine flows fast
by the rule of a gun
One of these mornings it'll come up Sunday
I won't have a good time
again
That time ain't now, it's a whole new dream
That's the fate of a fool and a guitar
man
One more night, one more dollar
One more song, can you do it again
I don't know, I
may not make it
That's the fate of a fool and a guitar man
That's the fate of a fool and a
guitar man |
