| In a boarding house, I’d lay upstairs
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| And dream of how I’d live someday
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| Downstairs there sat, a man who had
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| A guitar he never learned to play
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| For my thirteenth birthday, grandma bought the guitar
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| Told me I should learn how to play
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| And the gift she gave me changed me
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| 'Cause the music is the main thing
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| That got me to this point here today
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| And I was lucky, 'cause I used her gift
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| To get in touch with how to live
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| And looking back I now realize, music changed my life
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| Just out of school, I had no clue
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| Of what it was I’d like to do
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| I only know, the open road
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| Was the way I chose to pass on through
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| I took that guitar with me, down the lonesome highway
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| And I began my search for a song
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| And somewhere in the distance, the music and the mystery
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| Of how I would live come along
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| Chorus (Last line different)
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| That music saved my life, music became my life
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| As time went by, I found that I
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| Could climb up on the stage and sing
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| But when I sang, the songs I wrote
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| It became a very special thing
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| But songs to me were personal |
| And the business side just killed me
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| And I withdrew inside my shell
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| With the contracts and the lawsuits
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| I started heavy drinking
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| 'Til I finally lost touch with myself
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| Bridge:
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| I guess playing music for money brought problems
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| That I didn’t face very well
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| Being self-taught gave me nothing to lean on
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| I had to look in myself
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| I took a year off and did some fasting
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| Just to clean the cobwebs out
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| And I went back to Grandma’s guitar
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| Just to hear a simple sound
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| When I look around me, I saw my loving family
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| And a home we had built on a hill
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| I discovered the music had led me to the one place
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| Where my heart and soul are re-filled
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| Music saved my life, yeah, music really saved my life
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| Yes, music really saved my life |