Legendary Afterparty

We bought a six-pack
And headed to the Austin Motel
The stars were aligned
Between heaven and hell
The door was open and we sat on the floor
You rolled those cigarettes like you'd been to war

You told me how you met Andy Warhol
When you arrived on the New York scene
I may not remember everything just right
I was more impressed by the music you played at night
You said that songs were what the world needed
That you like those singers that really mean it

And you don't even say that
You ain't going back to rehab
You kept that pretty silent
Oh I guess I, I guess I, I guess I, I guess I
I wasn't meant to know

Your mouth was aching
You said it would be alright
You traveled alone
And your girlfriend cried at night
Forsaken talents feel so sorry for themselves
I felt sorry for you and all your shame
I told you to shut it
And to stop complaining
I felt like beating you up
With your guitar
But you had your reasons
And now you are gone
But you're still my hero
If I ever had one

And you don't even say that
You ain't going back to rehab
You kept that pretty silent
Oh I guess I, I guess I, I guess I, I guess I
I wasn't meant to know

It takes a great man to go the way you did
My picture of you is when you played your dirt floor music
The crowd was electric and you stomped your feet
The whole place was shaking
I'd never seen anything like it