Born Yesterday

I was born yesterday

And I’m dying tomorrow

Today I’m going to live with myself and for myself

Well the actresses are waitresses

And the songwriters are bartenders

And the painters are driving taxicabs

With spray cans in their hands

Hey friend do you believe if I move back to the farm

I could retrieve some country charm

I’ve been homeless when I didn’t go home

Still had money in my pockets

When I had too much grey in my blue eyes

To be crying in the rain

In a movie saw my reflection

But I swear I wasn’t there

Well any girls I kiss anymore

Live in a house on memory lane

Hey friend do you believe if I move back to the farm

I could retrieve my country charm

Well I was born yesterday

And I’m dying tomorrow

But today I’m going to live with myself and for myself