Dreadful Selfish Crime - Robert Earl Keen

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 in the 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

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 have moved along

One’s in Hollywood one’s a millionaire

Some are gone for good some still livin' here

Me I’m just the same 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

I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime

I had robbed myself of all my precious time