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  1. 75 and Cold

From the album Down On Jones Street

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Lyrics

Charlie Ward traveled to the coast in 1989
Young and gifted, with a knack he drifted to where his star could shine
A foot in the door with an early score as a face on a TV screen
Got himself a place and joined the race
And he said these words to me

I've got no right to this paradise
Strung out all these holy nights
The sunlight once warmed my soul
Now it's seventy-five and cold

Sixteen weeks was all it took for the show to run its course
Never got picked up, and Charlie got tripped up
Riding high on his white horse
Wasn't too long 'fore the car was gone
And the house wasn't far behind
When he had smoked up all that dope
He repeated these few lines

I've got no right to this paradise
Strung out all these holy nights
The sunlight once warmed my soul
Now it's seventy-five and cold

Mama help me, I was never meant to be here
Mama help me, what you get ain't what you see here
Mama help me, I was just about to get right
Mama help me, 'cause the day turned to night

I was sure he'd be on his feet in the space of a month or two
But time went by, and the well stayed dry
And I had other things to do

I was in another state, and another life, when I got the telephone call
Charlie finally hit the ground
And his words just said it all

I've got no right to this paradise
Strung out all these holy nights
The sunlight once warmed my soul
Now it's seventy-five and cold