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When I was young and foolish I wrote so many songs And sang them all in local bars sometimes all night long Folks would come from all around to hear me sing and play They’d clap their hands and buy me drinks and never let me pay A has-been that never was with nothin’ to my name I moved around from bar to bar just searchin’ for my fame The whiskey and my old guitar was all I’d ever need A has-been that never was just trying to be One day a man with pen in hand came struttin’ in the bar He pulled a fancy paper out and he said he’d make me a star We recorded my best songs he said I’ll see ya Jim (or Slim) When he walked out with my best tunes I’d seen the last of him A has-been that never was with nothin’ to my name I moved around from bar to bar just searchin’ for my fame The whiskey and my old guitar was all I’d ever need A has-been that never was just trying to be Last week while I was truckin’ I made a friendly stop I was browsin’ through the bargain bin down at Harry’s record shop I found the record that I had made so many years ago The one that should have brought me fame that I’d been searchin’ for A has-been that never was with nothin’ to my name I moved around from bar to bar just searchin’ for my fame But when I’m on that stage tonight I can finally get to shout My songs at Sally’s shop unless he’s all sold out You can buy my record down at Sally’s place unless he’s all sold out”