Kinky Friedman Tribute - Sold American (Lyle Lovett) Lyrics
Pawnshops itching for your old guitarWhere you're going, God only knowsThe sequins have fallen from your clothesOnce you heard the Opry crowd applaudNow you're hanging out at Fourth and BroadOn the rain wet sidewalk remembering the timeWhen coffee with a friend was still a dimeAnd everything's been sold AmericanThe early times is finished and the want ads all are readEveryone's been sold AmericanIn dreaming dreams in a roll away bedWriting down your memoirs on some window in the frostRoulette eyes reflecting another morning lostHauled in by the metro for killing time and painWith a singing brakeman screaming through your veinsAnd everything's been sold AmericanThe lonely night is mourning for the death it never diesEveryone's been sold AmericanDon't let me catch you laughing when the jukebox criesYou told me, you were born so much higher than lifeBut I've seen the faded pictures of your children and your wifeNow they're fumbling through your walletAnd they're trying to find your nameIt's almost like they raise the price of fameAnd everything's been sold AmericanNo place to go and brother, no place to stayEveryone's been sold AmericanJust let that golden Greyhound roll your soul away
