Long Story

To make this story even longer

Life began to cut me down to size

Down to size

Things got tough and they got tougher

The California sun had burned me blind

Made me blind, so blind, yeah

Some of us are hard of hearing

There I was nearing 35, 35

All the clubs that used to pay me

Now began to say they got no time

How would I survive? Oh

1, 2, 3, 4

1, 2, 3, 4

1, 2, 3, 4

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