rockabilly69
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This is a song I wrote to answer a question my son asked me which was... "Hey dad, did you ever feel like you made a mistake quitting your job to be a fulltime musician". Well when I first started out, I took every gig that came my way just to pay the bills, and man did I play in some dives!!! Fortunately I worked my way out of those types of gigs and got some pretty sweet ones
But I remember standing on those stages and saying... How in the h*ll did I wind up here!
https://soundcloud.com/daniel-weldon-1/its-killin-me
And for those of you guys that have problems with my sometimes unintelligible dirty voice, but do want to know what I'm singing...
It's Killin' Me / Weldon 2018
I'm holed up in a flea bag, two-bit motel
two-gigs in a dive bar, just to pay my way home
my old car is broken, on the side of the road
I need the money, for a bus ticket home
I stare out at the bar-room, from the ram shackle stage
two drunks in the corner, starin' right back at me
I sing like they'll listen, but I know they won't
I sing like I mean it, but I know that I don't
how many more times, will it take me to see
that it's killin' my heart, it's killin' my dream
it's killin' me, it's killin' me
my mind it wonders, away from the song
my fingers they fumble, and I miss some chords
I look at the clock on, the side of the stage
and time it's a draggin', with each chord I play
how many more times, will it take me to see
that it's killin' my heart, it's killin' my dream
it's killin' me
how many more times, will it take me to see
that it's killin' my heart, it's killin' my dream
it's killin' me, it's killin' me
But I remember standing on those stages and saying... How in the h*ll did I wind up here! https://soundcloud.com/daniel-weldon-1/its-killin-me
And for those of you guys that have problems with my sometimes unintelligible dirty voice, but do want to know what I'm singing...
It's Killin' Me / Weldon 2018
I'm holed up in a flea bag, two-bit motel
two-gigs in a dive bar, just to pay my way home
my old car is broken, on the side of the road
I need the money, for a bus ticket home
I stare out at the bar-room, from the ram shackle stage
two drunks in the corner, starin' right back at me
I sing like they'll listen, but I know they won't
I sing like I mean it, but I know that I don't
how many more times, will it take me to see
that it's killin' my heart, it's killin' my dream
it's killin' me, it's killin' me
my mind it wonders, away from the song
my fingers they fumble, and I miss some chords
I look at the clock on, the side of the stage
and time it's a draggin', with each chord I play
how many more times, will it take me to see
that it's killin' my heart, it's killin' my dream
it's killin' me
how many more times, will it take me to see
that it's killin' my heart, it's killin' my dream
it's killin' me, it's killin' me
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