Song Description

A simple bluesy-funk in DADGAD tuning. Lyrics comment on the proverbial "15 minutes of fame" idea.

Lyrics

I don't know, but I've been told
you're down at the crossroads, baby
sellin' your soul
trading your tomorrows for fifteen minutes
and a pot of gold

Now I don't care how much you've made
your fate is walking on that path you've made
drowning in sorrows for fifteen minutes
and a pot of gold

There's things I see, and things I don't,
some is good, that's all she wrote
you can choose to walk the line
but you ain't no friend of mine

I don't know but I've been told
middle of the winter baby gets mighty cold
trading your sorrows, tomorrows and everything
for fifteen minutes and a pot of gold

So what you say, when you get home?
There ain't no secrets about the places you roam
'cause you be tradin' your tomorrows
for fifteen minutes and a pot of gold


Copyright©2007 Pete Lampron