or
Waylon Jennings

I thought to leave your bed for the street
Was as simple as saying goodbye
I couldn't see how blind a man can be
Or how quickly life can fly

[Chorus]
As the lines in my face grow deeper
And the well of my soul runs dry
I find that I drink more and more
From the memories of you and I

The taste of fame is fire to me no more
The attention and hunger have gone
All I have left, the money and the game
I'm a prisoner to the road I'm on

[Chorus]

Written by CLAYTON, LEE
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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