I still remember miss bessie singing

Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys

Just five years old, my church shoes a-dangling

Yeah, she's long gone and I'm still chasing this song.

With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines

That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride

I got a crazy heart, but I was born to lose it

Married to a dream with a mistress named music.

No hope and squarely solitary

Enough whiskey and coke, boys, to get me in a bind

Amps juiced, the whole damn block could hear me

Even that cop car rolling past

By the time they hit the front door

I was out the back.

With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines

That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride

I got a crazy heart, and I was born to lose it

Married to a dream with a mistress named music.

White calloused fingers on bronze and nylon

These same old boots are still tapping time

Not quite the buzz I used to tie on

But 'til I'm gone, I'll be chasing this song.

With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines

That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride

I got a crazy heart, and I was born to lose it

Married to a dream with a mistress named music

Yeah, I'm married to a dream with a mistress named music.