I live a kind of life Most men only dream of I make my living writing songs And singin' them
I'm a whole lot older now And there's still no place to go when it's over So I'll hide my age and make the stage And try to kick the footlights out again
I throw my old guitar across the stage And watch my bassman takes the ball And the crowd goes nearly wild To see my guitar nearly fall
After twenty years of pickin' We're still alive and kickin' down the wall Tonight we'll kick the footlights out Walk away without a curtain call
Tonight we'll kick the footlights out again And try to hide the mood we're really in Might not put on our old instamatic grins Tonight we'll kick the footlights out again, kick 'em out
I live a kind of life Most men only dream of And I make my living writing songs And singin' them.