Bad Haircut - Delbert McClinton, Self-Made Men

Empty bottles and dead cigarettes

A sad refrain from a world of regret

I know I could make it if I could just get up

But I’m stuck at home in bed with a bad haircut

From the center in the cheap seats

Trick question, oh that’s the nature of the beast

Some fool tryin' to tell me a tall tell tale tale

I jump on my white horse Cadillac and put my house up for sale

Love big egos, spade in hand

Tryin' to put roots down in vagrant sand

I had a part time job but it was just, it was just too much work

I know labor makes my fingers hurt

I met a man out on the streets selling tickets for a dollar and a quarter

For a chance to get to dance with the devils daughter

All you can do is the best you can

And still you may wind up as an also ran

Nobody seems willing to cut me some slack

I woke up this morning with a knife in my back

It’s getting hard to know these days just who you can trust

So I’m keeping a low profile, I don’t make a fuss