I got lost on the road somewhere Was it Texas or was it Canada Drinking whiskey in the morning light I work the stage all night long At first we laughed about it
My long-haired drunken friends Proposed a toast to Jimmy´s ghost I never dreamed that I would wind up on the losing end
I´m stuck here on the inside looking out I´m just another case Where´s my makeup where´s my face on the inside
All got your kicks from what you saw up there Eight bucks even buys a folding chair I was downing seagrams on another flight And I worked that stage all night long You were screaming for the villain up there And I was much obliged The old road sure screwed me good this time It´s hard to see where the vicious circle ends
I´m stuck here on the inside looking out That´s no big disgrace Where´s my makeup where´s my face on the inside