Torned And Frayed

<br>Hey let him follow you down, <br>Way underground wind and he`s bound. <br>Bound to follow you down, <br>Just a dead beat right off the street. <br>Bound to follow you down. <br>Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos <br>And dressing rooms filled with parasites. <br>On stage the band has got problems, <br>They`re a bag of nerves on first nights. <br>He ain`t tied down to no home town, <br>Yeah, and he thought he was wreckless. <br>You think he`s bad, he thinks you`re mad, <br>Yeah, and the guitar player gets restless. <br><br>And his coat is torn and frayed, <br>It`s seen much better days. <br>Just as long as the guitar plays <br>Let it steal your heart away, <br>Let it steal your heart away. <br><br>Joe`s got a cough, sounds kind a rough, <br>Yeah, and the codeine to fix it. <br>Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies, <br>Who`s gonna help him to kick it <br><br>Well his coat is torn and frayed, <br>It`s seen much better days. <br>Just as long as the guitar plays <br>Let it steal your heart away, <br>Let it steal your heart away.