| 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 |