The Backsliders - Abe Lincoln lyrics

I could've have been Abe Lincoln sportin' fifty dollar gla**es Standing at the bar throwing all the girls pa**es Standing in the rain at the end of the line Trying to steal something that'll never be mine Could've been Jean Harlow eating popcorn at the movies Still trying to make me listen to some old Flaming Groovies Standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine Trying to give me something that will never be mine You're fading slow Like a bloodstain on my sleeve And I'm learning faster and faster What it takes to leave Well I could've been a saint and not a rank backslider Praying in a cell but I was so deep inside of her Sittin on the tracks with a bottle of wine Tryin to find something that will never be mine Could've been that blonde in that big red Cadillac Flying down the Avenue B Screaming "Balls to you, daddy" I ain't never coming back Smiling through the gla** like an angel divine Just another kiss that will never be mine