Sold American

Faded jaded falling cowboy star

Pawnshops itching for your old guitar

Where you're going, God only knows

The sequins have fallen from your clothes

Once you heard the Opry crowd applaud

Now you're hanging out at Fourth and Broad

On the rain wet sidewalk remembering the time

When coffee with a friend was still a dime

And everything's been sold American

The early Times is finished and the want ads all are read

Everyone's been sold American

In dreaming dreams in a roll away bed

Writing down your memoirs on some window in the frost

Roulette eyes reflecting another morning lost

Hauled in by the metro for killing time and pain

With a singing brakeman screaming through your veins

And everything's been sold American

The lonely night is mourning for the death it never dies

Everyone's been sold American

Don't let me catch you laughing when the jukebox cries

You told me you were born so much higher than life

But I've seen the faded pictures of your children and your wife

Now they're fumbling through your wallet and they're trying to find your name

It's almost like they raise the price of fame

And everything's been sold American

No place to go and brother, no place to stay

Everyone's been sold American

Just let that golden Greyhound roll your soul away