| I didn’t come here to be famous
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| Or to see my name in lights
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| I didn’t come here for the money
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| Awards don’t even cross my mind
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| But as long as I can remember
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| I’ve had a guitar in my hand
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| It’s like God looked at me from Heaven
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| Said «I think I’ll make a music man»
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| And it was deep down in my bones
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| Woven in my heart and soul
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| Just a kid there on my bed
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| Trying to get out but hurt his head
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| And now I live out on a stage
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| There’s people here to hear me play
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| So I’m just giving you a song
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| You might remember when I’m gone
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| You might ask what keeps me going
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| Through the airports and the rain
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| I just love to see your faces
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| Though I may never know your name
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| Truth is I think I found my purpose
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| Down here in the grand design
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| That’s just to sing the words God gives me
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| To know He’s with me all the time
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| And it’s deep down in my bones
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| Woven in my heart and soul
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| Stuck it out on the road
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| Don’t ever have to be alone
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| Now I’m on another stage
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| There’s people here to hear me play
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| So I’m just giving you a song
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| For you to remember when I’m gone
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| Let me leave you with this song
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| You might remember when I’m gone |