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I live the kinda life |
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Most men only dream of |
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I make my livin' writing songs |
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And singin' them |
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But I'm 31 years old |
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And I ain't got no place to go, when it's over |
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So I'll hide my age and make the stage tonight |
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Try to kick the footlights out again |
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I'll throw my old guitar |
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Across the stage and then my bass man takes a bone |
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And the crowd goes nearly wild |
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To see my guitar nearly fall |
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After 20 years of pickin' |
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I'm still alive and kickin' down the walls |
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And tonight I'll kick the footlights out and |
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Walk away without a curtain call |
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Yea tonight I'm gonna kick the footlights out again |
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And I'll try to hide the mood I'm really in |
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Might not put on my old instamatic grin |
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Yea tonight I'm gonna kick the footlights out again |
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And again |
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I live the kinda life |
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Most men only dream of |
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I make my livin' writing songs |
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And singin' them |
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But I'm 30 some years old |
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And I ain't got no place to go, when it's over |
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So I'll hide my age and make the stage tonight |
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Try to kick the footlights out again |
