Hard case, musician mean Hey, hey, hey It's kind of sad, but that's what I'll be Hey, hey, hey Ain't got nothin' but the clothes on my back Hey, hey, hey Do my sleepin' in an old brown sack Hey, hey, hey I had enough of gettin' shot in the head I had enough and I wish I was dead I had enough of gettin' shot in the head I had enough of gettin' shot in the head Well I ain't got money and I ain't got class Hey, hey, hey Takes fifty dollars just to fill my glass Hey, hey, hey I've got so many friends to my name They're just bottles of whiskey Friends just the same Always understood the name of the game Hey, hey, hey 25 years in a rock-n-roll band 10, 000 women on a one night stand All I've got to show, a hole in my hand Where the money burned through Hey, hey, hey