Fate of a fool

Spending my life in a cold hard bar-room
drinking that long black whisky down
i play the guitar, for me it's a living
well, i know, just a hanging-around
dancing girls, oh, they drive me crazy
all they want is a fancy name
don't you know is i might not make it
that's the fate of a fool and a guitar man
yeah, been down to the palace of pleasure
honky-tonk, where i come from
smoke's so thick i can't imagine
wine flows fast by the rule of a gun
one of these mornings it'll come up sunday
i won't have a good time again
that time ain't now, it's a whole new dream
that's the fate of a fool and a guitar man
one more night, one more dollar
one more song, can you do it again
i don't know, i may not make it
that's the fate of a fool and a guitar man
that's the fate of a fool and a guitar man