Sold American - Glen Campbell

Faded jaded fallen cowboy star

Pawn shops itching for your old guitar

Where you’ve gone, it ain’t nobody knows

The sequins have fallen from your clothes

Once you heard the Opry crowd applaud

Now you’re hanging out at 4th and Broad

On the rain wet sidewalk, remembering the time

When coffee with a friend was still a dime

Everything’s been sold American

The early times are finished and the want ads are all read

Everyone’s been sold American

Been dreaming dreams in a rollaway bed

Writing down your memoirs on some window in the frost

Roulette eyes reflecting another morning lost

Hauled in by the metro for killing time and pain

With a singing brakeman screaming through your veins

You told me you were born so much higher than life

I saw the faded pictures of your children and your wife

Now they’re fumbling through your wallet &they're trying to find your name

It’s almost like they raised the price of fame