Written in the 1970s when I was getting disenchanted with the idea of being a rock star. Not that there was ever the slightest chance of that happening. (There is a version around somewhere played on resonator guitar.) Actually, the new intro might be interesting played on bouzouki and/or banjo. I’ll have to think about that.
Backup:
Lyrics (slightly amended since the resonator version):
You sing your songs / the stage is bare
There isn’t / anyone out there
From time to time / it just seems that way
And I run out / of songs to play
Forget the musak / and the beer
The open mouths / the grudging cheers
There isn’t / any better way
To freeload / your life away
Back in / 1969
I lost someone / I thought was mine
That’s the price / I had to pay
When I ran out / of songs to play
Goodbye old friend / I have to leave
Just to prove / that I’m still free
I’ll see you / in a year or so
And buy the round / you say I owe
The long cigarettes / the cheap red wine
The melodies / you say are mine
And if you find / somewhere to be
I hope / you’ll save a place for me
Words and music by David Harley: all rights reserved
David Harley Words & Music 
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