Goin' Up's Easy, Comin' Down's Hard

Remember the nights we would jam in the motels After the honky tonks closed No one had credit And no one had no place to go. Just crazy kids with 'lectric machines And some soul Turnin' them crowds on By playin' some loud rock'n roll. Then came the man with a suit and a tie And the promise of contracts and bread With all our joy he gave us to fame and fortune That left us half dead. Goin' up's easy When you got the song That comes from the depth of the soul Where it really belongs. Comin' down's hard when you find That you just can't sing it no more Your emerald ring with the solid gold band Reflects back the face of a whore. Freddie would play on his guitar all day And sometimes his firgers would bleed Sam would ride on his drum Like a magnificent steed. Ben on the ba*s would make the thunder And the lighting with love And I'd sing the lyric of life That I felt the part of. Then came the money and Freddie dropped out To start him a band of his own Sam bought a frenchise and Bennie OD'd And I'm soon the label alone. Goin' up's easy When you got the song That comes from the depth of the soul Where it really belongs. Goin' up's easy When you got the song That comes from the depth of the soul Where it really belongs...