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Sold American - Kinky Friedman

Faded jaded falling

Cowboy star

Pawnshops itching for your

Old guitar

Where you're going

God only knows

The sequins have fallen

From your clothes

Once you heard the opry

Crowd applaud

Now you're hanging out at

Fourth and broad

On the rain wet sidewalk

Remembering the time

When coffee with a friend

Was still a dime

And everythings been

Sold american

The early times is finished

And the want ads all are read

Everyones been

Sold american

In dreaming dreams in a rollaway bed

Writing down your memoirs on some window

In the frost

Roulette eyes reflecting

Another morning lost

Hauled in by the metro

For killing time and pain

With a singing brakeman

Screaming through your veins

And everythings been

Sold american

The lonely night is mourning

For the death it never dies

Everyones been

Sold american

Don't let me catch you laughing

When the jukebox cries

You told me you were born so much higher than life

But I've seen the faded pictures of your children and your wife

Now they're fumbling through your wallet and

They're trying to find your name

It's almost like they raise the price of fame

And everythings been sold american

No place to go and brother

No place to stay

Everyones been

Sold american

Just let that golden greyhound roll your soul away