A Lot Like Me Lyrics

Song	A Lot Like Me
Artist	Mary Chapin Carpenter
Album	Hometown Girl
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	He was a long tall stranger from way down south
	Where he'd left his life behind
	He had a big old gibson and a pickup truck
	And shenandoah eyes
	And i remember him sitting in that local bar
	Where i earned my pay each night
	Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight
	So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
	I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar
	And we talked about the singers and the songs we loved
	And the songs we'd most forgot
	In that rundown bar they'd make last call
	And i'd never want to stop
	Chorus:　cause i was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
	With my cowboy boots and my old six string
	Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
	When i'd get him up at closing time
	For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
	Like the star that he longed to be
	He looked a hell of a lot like me
	Well he'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
	No fancy licks but he had him a gift for the kinds of songs he'd ding
	But you do what you can to be a satisfied man
	Just to have your piece of mind
	So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
	So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar
	And to share a drink or two
	And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do
	There's a wealth of dangers when you're talking to strangers
	And i meet them all the time
	But my heart knew better than my head when i looked into those yes
	Chorus:
	Well maybe i'll quit when i've got me a kid and a place to call my own
	But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home
	It's a helluva way to live from day to day
	Not knowing where you're bound
	But the look in his eyes made me realize
	I was glad for the life i'd found
	Chorus:

	He was a long tall stranger from way down south
	Where he' d left his life behind
	He had a big old gibson and a pickup truck
	And shenandoah eyes
	And i remember him sitting in that local bar
	Where i earned my pay each night
	Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight
	So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
	I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar
	And we talked about the singers and the songs we loved
	And the songs we' d most forgot
	In that rundown bar they' d make last call
	And i' d never want to stop
	Chorus:　 cause i was living on nothing but a young girl' s dreams
	With my cowboy boots and my old six string
	Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
	When i' d get him up at closing time
	For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
	Like the star that he longed to be
	He looked a hell of a lot like me
	Well he' d played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
	No fancy licks but he had him a gift for the kinds of songs he' d ding
	But you do what you can to be a satisfied man
	Just to have your piece of mind
	So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
	So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar
	And to share a drink or two
	And we sit swapping tales of where we' ve been and what we' d rather do
	There' s a wealth of dangers when you' re talking to strangers
	And i meet them all the time
	But my heart knew better than my head when i looked into those yes
	Chorus:
	Well maybe i' ll quit when i' ve got me a kid and a place to call my own
	But tonight there ain' t nobody there waiting up for me at home
	It' s a helluva way to live from day to day
	Not knowing where you' re bound
	But the look in his eyes made me realize
	I was glad for the life i' d found
	Chorus:

	He was a long tall stranger from way down south
	Where he' d left his life behind
	He had a big old gibson and a pickup truck
	And shenandoah eyes
	And i remember him sitting in that local bar
	Where i earned my pay each night
	Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight
	So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
	I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar
	And we talked about the singers and the songs we loved
	And the songs we' d most forgot
	In that rundown bar they' d make last call
	And i' d never want to stop
	Chorus:　 cause i was living on nothing but a young girl' s dreams
	With my cowboy boots and my old six string
	Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
	When i' d get him up at closing time
	For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
	Like the star that he longed to be
	He looked a hell of a lot like me
	Well he' d played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
	No fancy licks but he had him a gift for the kinds of songs he' d ding
	But you do what you can to be a satisfied man
	Just to have your piece of mind
	So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
	So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar
	And to share a drink or two
	And we sit swapping tales of where we' ve been and what we' d rather do
	There' s a wealth of dangers when you' re talking to strangers
	And i meet them all the time
	But my heart knew better than my head when i looked into those yes
	Chorus:
	Well maybe i' ll quit when i' ve got me a kid and a place to call my own
	But tonight there ain' t nobody there waiting up for me at home
	It' s a helluva way to live from day to day
	Not knowing where you' re bound
	But the look in his eyes made me realize
	I was glad for the life i' d found
	Chorus:

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