Beauty Way - Eliza Gilkyson

My father made a pretty damn good living

Playing music on the Beauty Way

He’s gonna die with some money in his pocket

Wish I could do the same today little darling

Wish I could do the same today

Doe eyed kid and a little transistor

Tuned into Wolfman jack

I picked up a guitar heard the sirens whisper

And I never looked back little darling

And I never looked back

I worked the clubs along the Sangre de Cristos?

Polished the diamond in the rough

By the time I hit L.A. I was hotter than a pistol

But you’re never hot enough little darling

You never really hot enough

I felt the lights on the big, big stages

The fire burning in my soul

I’ve had those nights when my guitar rages

But it’s not something you control little darling

It’s not something you control

Redtail diving for a rat on Sunset

Coyote picking through the trash

Oh I wish I was lying like a cat in the sun

'stead of working like a dog for the cash little darling

I’m only working for the cash

Sometimes I wish I could unplug this cord

And my soul or my money I could save

Oh but every time I say I’m gonna quit the Beauty Way

I hear my bones just turning in their grave little darling

Bones turning in their grave

Hey yeah yeah

Hey yeah

Hey yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah