| I learned G, C, and D
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| On a hand-me-down guitar
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| At 13 all my heroes
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| Were country music stars
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| When I played those songs for mama
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| Oh the smile it would bring
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| And lookin' back
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| That’s when I feel in love
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| With this singin' thing
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| My first payin' gig
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| Was Uncle Jim’s birthday bash
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| When I got through
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| They passed the hat
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| I made $ 18 cash
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| Who’d have thought they’d pay good money
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| For bendin' guitar strings
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| But it made me think that I might have a chance
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| At this singin' thing
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| And I’d do it all for nothin'
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| And I’d do it all again
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| It’s who I wanna be
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| And it’s who I’ve always been
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| Some folks may call me crazy
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| Just a fool out chasin' dreams
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| But in my heart, it’s everything to me
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| When all my friends went off to college
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| I went to school in honkytonks
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| I got my degree in readin' crowds
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| And writin' country songs
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| Well, they say this road ain’t easy
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| Lord, I know what they mean
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| But it’s been worth all the dues I’ve had to pay
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| For this singin' thing
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| I’d do it all for nothin'
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| And I’d do it all again
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| It’s who I want to be
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| And it’s who I’ve always been
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| Some folks may call me crazy
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| Just a fool out chasin' dreams
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| But in my heart, it’s everything to me
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| As I stand here on this stage
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| And play for you tonight
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| I know why I’m a lucky man
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| To live this kind of life
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| When those lights come up
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| And I hear those guitars ring
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| I tip my hat to each and every one of you
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| And I thank God that I get to do
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| This singin' thing
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| I learned G, C, and D
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| On a hand-me-down guitar
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| At thirteen all my heros
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| Were country music stars |