Dreadful Selfish Crime

Dreadful Selfish Crime

Mr. Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

Seems like yesterday I was here

Dreamin' my life away and drinkin' beer

Staying up till dawn strummin' on guitars

Sleepin' all day long just like the big rock stars

Barely livin' on money from tip jars

I had a little place just up the block

Had me a French girlfriend, I loved the way she talked

We spent our afternoons watchin' the TV

Findin' things to do that we could do for free

When we split up she said you don't do enough for me

I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime

I had robbed myself of all my precious time

Had my first gig here, this neighborhood

We had a little band, I thought was good

Hocked my old shotgun, bought a used P.A.

We got a quart of rum drank it all that day

When the big gig come, we were just to drunk to play

...Don't ya' know sometimes it happens that way?

I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime

I had robbed myself of all my precious time

Sometimes I can't believe those days are gone

Most of my friends back then, theyv'e done moved along

One's in Hollywood, one's a millionaire

Some are gone for good, yet some still livin' here

Me, I'm just the same, I'm lost in a crowd

Lookin' for the rain in a thunder cloud

I have moved around, but it don't matter though

One thing I have found, there are just two ways to go

It all comes down, to livin' fast or dyin' slow

...Which way ya' gonna go?

I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime

I had robbed myself of all my precious time