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Dreadful Selfish Crime

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Robert Earl Keen, Jr. (born January 11, 1956 in Houston, Texas) is an American singer-songwriter. Growing up, Keen was interested in music, sports, movies and writing. He attended Texas A&M University, enrolling in the school of journalism. Disappointed in the College Station, Texas music scene, he began playing guitar and learned to read and write music, basing his style on folk, country, blues and roots rock. In 1977 he rented a house from landlord Jack Boyett, where his neighbor was a then-unknown Lyle Lovett.

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From: Trey Graves

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Dreadful Selfish Crime

by Robert Earl Keen
on the album Gringo Honeymoon

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>From Trey Graves ( [email protected] )

G Em
G Em
G Em
G Em

G Em G Em
Seems like yesterday I was here
G Em G Em
Dreamin' my life away and drinkin' beer
C G Em G Em
Staying up till dawn strummin' on guitars
C G Em G Em
Sleepin' all day long just like the big rock stars
D C G Em G Em
Barely livin' on money from tip jars

I had a little place just up the block
Had me a French girlfriend I loved the way she talked
We spent our afternoons watchin' the TV
Findin' things to do that we could do for free
When we split up she said you don't do enough for me

Chorus:

C D G C D G
I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime
C D G Em G Em
I had robbed myself of all my precious time

Had my first gig here in the neighborhood
We had a little band I thought was good
Hocked my old shotgun bought a used P.A.
We got a quart of rum drank it all that day
When the big gig come we were just to drunk to play

Chorus
Chorus

Sometimes I can't believe those days are gone
Most of my friends back then have moved along
One's in Hollywood one's a millionaire
Some are gone for good some still livin' here
Me I'm just the same lost in a crowd
Lookin' for the rain in a thunder cloud
I have moved around but it don't matter though
One thing I have found there are just two ways to go
It all comes down to livin' fast or dyin' slow

Chorus
Chorus

Seems like yesterday, just like yesterday