I live the kinda life
That most men only dream of
I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them
Now I'm thirty-eight years old
And I ain't got no place to go when it's over
So I hide my age, and I hit the stage tonight
And try to kick the footlights out again
I throw my old guitar
Across the stage and watch my bass man take the ball
And the crowd goes nearly wild
To see my guitar nearly fall
And after twenty years of pickin'
You know I'm still alive, still kickin' in the walls
But tonight, I'll kick the footlights out
And I'll walk away without a curtain call
Yeah, tonight, I'll kick the footlights out again
And I'll try to hide the mood I'm really in
I might not put on that old Instamatic grin
Yeah, tonight, I'll kick the footlights out again
And again and again, boys
I live the kinda life
That most men only dream of
I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them
Now I'm thirty-eight years old
And I ain't got no place to go when it's over
So I hide my age, and I hit the stage tonight
And try to kick the footlights out again
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