Eliza Gilkyson - Beauty way

My father made a pretty ^Cdamn good living Playing ^Fmusic on the Beauty ^CWay ^F He's gonna die with some ^Cmoney in his ^Ampocket ^G Wish I could do the same to^Amday, little ^Cdarling ^G Wish I could do the same to^Amday

^FDoe-eyed kid and a ^Clittle transistor ^FTuned into Wolfman ^CJack I ^Fpicked up a guitar, heard the ^Csiren's ^Amwhisper ^G And I never looked ^Amback, little ^Cdarling ^G And I never looked b^Amack ^F

I worked the clubs along the ^CSangre de Cristos ^F Polished the diamond in the ^Crough By the ^Ftime I hit L.A., I was ^Chotter than a ^Ampistol ^G But you're never hot e^Amnough, little ^Cdarling ^G You never really hot e^Amnough ^F

I felt the lights on the ^Cbig, big stages ^F Fire burning in my ^Csoul ^F I've had those nights when my ^Cguitar ^Amrages ^G But it's not something you con^Amtrol, little ^Cdarling ^G It's not something you con^Amtrol

^FRed-tail diving for a ^Crat on Sunset ^FCoyote picking through the ^Ctrash I ^Fwish I was lying like a ^Ccat in the ^Amsun 'Stead of ^Gworking like a dog for the ^Amcash, little ^Cdarling ^G I'm only working for the ^Amcash

^FSometimes I wish I could ^Cunplug this cord And my ^Fsoul or my money, I could ^Csave Ah, but ^Fevery time I say, I'm gonna ^Cquit the Beauty ^AmWay I hear my ^Gbones just turning in their ^Amgrave, little ^Cdarling ^G Bones turning in their ^Amgrave

^FYeah, ^Cyeah ^FYeah, ^Cyeah ^FYeah, ^Cyeah, ^Amyeah ^GYeah ^AmYeah, ^Cyeah, ^Gyeah ^AmYeah