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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m too old to live out these songs I sing. There has been too much pumped into these veins. But if you remember how I was back in time… Won’t you toss me a nickel or a dime? I used to travel all around the world. and I bought my condoms by the case full. I stored all my cocaine in quart-sized mason jars… in my yachts, jets, and fancy armored cars. Man, those were sure some good old glory days. Before I smoked and drank my dreams away. When everything I touched turned into solid gold… Back before the horse took away my soul. You know that once the devil seals the deal. There’s no way you can beg, borrow, or steal. Another second of the fame that you ain’t owed… No matter how bright the lightning you rode. Chorus: When I was on top, man I was the best, I was so damned far above all the rest. I’d give my life to have that spotlight once again… Not outside on this sidewalk begging change. Standing here playing guitar in the rain. Your tracks may have faded away with time. But all those old wounds that you left behind. Left me with so much more to remember you with… I can’t say that I thank you for the gift. I wonder is there nothing left in me. but the memories of what used to be. and those sad dreams about how my life could have been… Knowing I can never go there again. Now I’m playing these old forgotten songs. begging change from strangers that come along. Hoping to get enough to buy a fifth of gin… I lost my wife, kids, and even my friends. So heed the words of this broken-down man. Hold on tight to any dreams that you can. Because once they're gone, they won’t be back again… And you’ll find yourself outside, playing guitar in the rain. (Repeat Chorus)
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