You bought a guitar with a borrowed buck -
And you dig it and you dig it.
They liked your songs
they were hot for you
You got the job
there was work to do -
And you dig it and you dig it.
But waiting
there was someone waiting for you
Claiming a piece of everything that you do.
It seems I've heard your story all before
Someone's standing knocking at your door.
The early morning wake up call -
Your bags are packed and in the hall
The managers ran off with all the money that you made.
You hit on the stage nearly every night
You worked around till you get it right -
And you dig it and you dig it.
And then you signed for a record deal
And off you go on the music wheel -
And you dig it and you dig it.
But waiting
there was someone waiting for you
. . .
The early monung wake up call - . . .
You made the charts and all the hangers on were hanging on
Flashing knives behind your back
living in your money sack
And you were thinking you got it made.
Waiting
there was someone waiting for you
. . .
Your record isn't selling well
the tickets to your shows don't sell
You look around and suddenly you find that you've got leprosy.
The taxman's coming after you
your lawyer and your girlfriend
too
And the managers ran off with
all the money that you made.
And you dig it and you dig it -
and you dig it and you dig it.
