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I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits
For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots
Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell
Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell
Hide a face you might remember hide a voice you may recall
Twas that cold night in December when we played Carnegie Hall
Now we're smokin' marijuana singin' flat but doin' well
Till I took my first drink of whiskey we started down the road to hell
[ fiddle ]
I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits
For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots
Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell
Once a dopefiend now a drunker with no song left to sell
Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell
With no song left to sell
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