I have pawned my golden records
I have sold my sequent suits
For a bottle of rye whiskey
I gave up my fancy boots
Now I stand here on the corner
With a sad sad tail to tell
Once a rock star now a drunker
With no song left to sell
Hide a face you might remember
Hide a voice you may recall
It was that cold night in December
When we played Carnegie Hall
Now we're smoking marijuana
Singing flat but doing well
Till I took my first drink of whiskey
And started down the road to hell
I have pawned my golden records
I have sold my sequent suits
For a bottle of rye whiskey
I gave up my fancy boots
Now I stand here on the corner
With a sad sad tail to tell
Once a dopefiend now a drunker
With no song left to sell
Once a rock star now a drunker
With no song left to sell
With no song left to sell