Flat broke and beat down, seems that's how my life has turned out
They could have warned me, being the life of the party
It might not always work out
Between the bars and the fights, staying out all night
With honky-tonk angels so fine
Makes for great stories of fame and glory
The riches they might pass you by
Throw a tip in my jar, on your way to the bar
I'll sing you a song or two
Like pale neon lights, or honky-tonk nights
You can sit down and kick back a few
And think of the time, when your life was like mine
And all of the hell you survived
Tell all your stories of fame and glory
And the riches that just passed you by