Back in the Day
Lyric #3822 by bassMonkey
Tags: Old rockers never die they only fade away
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Long old time ago, back in the day,
Round about a Saturday night,
Rock 'n' roll star in a hotel bar,
Just a-working on getting tight.
He got more ink than a sailor,
He got more bling than a 'ho',
Been all over that rock 'n' roll world,
Everywhere that the wild things go...
Just follow the snow,
Just follow the snow.
Dead man's grip on a Jack on the rocks,
(He's just about a bottle deep),
Echoes of fame blur into the haze,
Where the memories never sleep.
He got more scars than a pirate,
He got more tales than the bard,
Rock 'n' roll roadkill straight from a place,
Where the living come fast and hard...
On every yard,
On every yard.
You could say mutton dressed as Ram,
You could say over the hill,
I prefer barely living legend,
Even the drugs can't kill.
Long old time ago, back in the day,
Round about a vanishing light,
Rock 'n' roll star in a hotel bar,
Just a-fading into the night.
Round about a Saturday night,
Rock 'n' roll star in a hotel bar,
Just a-working on getting tight.
He got more ink than a sailor,
He got more bling than a 'ho',
Been all over that rock 'n' roll world,
Everywhere that the wild things go...
Just follow the snow,
Just follow the snow.
Dead man's grip on a Jack on the rocks,
(He's just about a bottle deep),
Echoes of fame blur into the haze,
Where the memories never sleep.
He got more scars than a pirate,
He got more tales than the bard,
Rock 'n' roll roadkill straight from a place,
Where the living come fast and hard...
On every yard,
On every yard.
You could say mutton dressed as Ram,
You could say over the hill,
I prefer barely living legend,
Even the drugs can't kill.
Long old time ago, back in the day,
Round about a vanishing light,
Rock 'n' roll star in a hotel bar,
Just a-fading into the night.
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