Dreadful Selfish Crime Lyrics - Singles - 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 

[Chorus] 

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 

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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