I have pawned...my golden records
I have sold...my sequence suits
For a bottle...of rye whiskey
I gave up...my fancy boots
Now I stand...here on the corner
With a sad...sad tale to tell
Once a Rock Star...now a Drunkard
With no song...left to sell
I have a face...you might remember
I've a voice...you may recall
T'was that cold night...in December
When we played...Carnegie Hall
I was smokin'...marijuana
Singin' flat...but doin' well
Til I had my first drink of whiskey
And started down the road to hell
I have pawned...my golden records
I have sold...my sequence suits
For a bottle...of rye whiskey
I gave up...my fancy boots
Now I stand...here on the corner
With a sad...sad tale to tell
Once a Dope Fiend...now a Drunkard
With no song...left to sell
Once a Rock Star...now a Drunkard
With no song...left to sell
With no song...left to sell