| Strings that bend, ears that ring
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| A microphone, a song to sing
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| A rowdy crowd gettin' loud and lit-up stages
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| All night to play, tools of the trade
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| Words that rhyme and an old train beat
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| A heart that runs on melodies
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| I get a brand new song every time it breaks
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| I put it on a page, tools of the trade
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| Steel and wood, put 'em in my hands
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| Give me four on the floor and a five piece band
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| Pourin' down my soul, travelin' down the same road
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| My heroes paved
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| It’s a lot of miles, on a little sleep
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| But it’s worth it all when y’all stomp your feet
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| I wouldn’t trade the world for the choice I’ve made
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| Or the dues I’ve paid, tools of the trade
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| Come on!
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| Steel and wood, put 'em in my hands
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| Give me four on the floor and a five piece band
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| Pourin' down my soul, travelin' down the same road
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| My heroes paved
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| Ain’t nothing else I’d rather do
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| Than stand right here, play for you
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| Night after night, day after day
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| I’m glad the good Lord made, tools of the trade
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| Ladies and gentlemen |