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
