Dreadful Selfish Crime
By Robert Earl Keen, from the CD: No. 2 Live Dinner
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 living 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
The 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
And we drank it all that day
When the big gig come
We were just to drunk to play

I am guilty of
The dreadful selfish crime
I had robbed myself
Of all my precious time

I am guilty of
The 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
And one's a millionaire
Some are gone for good
Yeah, some still livin' here

But you know
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 dying slow!

I am guilty of
The dreadful selfish crime
I had robbed myself
Of all my precious time

I am guilty of
The dreadful selfish crime
I had robbed myself
Of all my precious time

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