Every working-class musician has felt this way at one time or another.

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I just thought that I should write down how I feel at times being a working-class musician, all the late nights and long rides home.

Sometimes I don’t think I can take it anymore
Playing in these dirty bars, sometimes for the door
Smoke filled rooms they burn my eyes, many people I despise
Here I am, tonight again
To Rock and Roll until the end

Sometimes it gets me down, the long ride home
Here I am going crazy sitting all alone
The radio is playing, the morning man is saying
“Is there anybody listening this early?”
Yes my friend there’s always me

Rock and Roll, it’s not an easy life
Rock and Roll, can cut you like a knife
So many things I could have done, long ago when I was young
But Rock and Roll was the one

Sometimes I’d like to start all over again
A different life, no strings to bend
No more minor chords to play, no more useless words to say
No more pain from loading amps
No more sweat from burning lamps

Rock and Roll, it’s not an easy life
Rock and Roll, can cut you like a knife
So many things I could have done, long ago when I was young
But Rock and Roll was the one