This was written by Ken and me after we had first arrived in California with no money. We had no work prospects except a few odd jobs my sister, Marjie, found for us. And living in that small studio apartment with sis and her friend was getting to be too much, I guess. Judging by the tenor of the lyrics and the fact that this is a minor key song, I’d say we were not in a good head space.
Down and Out
(Wiles-Orton)
No money down, my head’s spinnin’ round,
I’m on borrowed time.
Got holes in my shoes, and nothing to lose,
‘Cept maybe my mind.
I sold them my soul and they won’t go,
Tryin’ to escape but they’ve still got a hold on me.
I’m tired of hiding, I’m tired of fighting, and so tired of being down and out.
Chorus:
Down and out, and no one there to turn to,
And I found out, I’m going nowhere, and I know it’s not fair.
I’m so alone, cause nobody phones,
They took it away.
I sold my guitar, it didn’t go far,
Now there’s hell to pay.
I’m lost in a dream and feel hypnotized,
I’ve got that same crazy look in my eyes.
I’m tired of hiding, I’m tired of fighting, and so tired of being down and out.
Repeat Chorus:
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