Golden Boy

He came to me

He was a young man

And he said he had everything I would need

I believed him

He couldn't fight

He couldn't even get a suntan

But when that pretty boy played the blues

You know I believed him

I didn't know

Neither did this blues boy

That it ain't far away from the first word you say

To the last one

And he didn't know

He didn't get the news boy

That it ain't far away from the first note you play

To the last one

He was the golden boy

Golden boy

Golden boy played the blues and made me cry

Golden boy

Golden boy

Pretty boy played so sweet and good and he had to die

He didn't drink much

He didn't smoke in bed

He stayed home with his drums

While the rest of us bums went to party

He wasn't perfect

He was a better man than me

When he withered and he died

I tried and I tried

But I still can't see

He was the golden boy

Golden boy

Golden boy played the blues and made me cry

Golden boy

Golden boy

Pretty boy played so sweet and good and he had to die

Golden boy

Golden boy

I will always wonder why

Golden boy

Golden boy

Golden boy had to die

Golden boy

Golden boy