Spending my life in a cold hard bar-room
Drinking that long black whisky down
I play the guitarfor me it’s a living
WellI knowjust a hanging-around
Dancing girlsohthey drive me crazy
All they want is a fancy name
Don’t you know is I might not make it
That’s the fate of a fool and a guitar man
Yeahbeen down to the palace of pleasure
Honky-tonkwhere I come from
Smoke’s so thick I can’t imagine
Wine flows fast by the rule of a gun
One of these mornings it’ll come up sunday
I won’t have a good time again
That time ain’t nowit’s a whole new dream
That’s the fate of a fool and a guitar man
One more nightone more dollar
One more songcan you do it again
I don’t knowI may not make it
That’s the fate of a fool and a guitar man
That’s the fate of a fool and a guitar man
