Footlights

I live the kinda life
Most men only dream of
I make my living writing songs
And singing them
I’m forty-one years old and I ain’t got no place to go
When it’s over
So I hide my age and make the stage
And try to kick the footlights out again
I throw my old guitar across the stage
And my bass man takes the ball
And the crowd goes nearly wild
To see my guitar nearly fall
After twenty years of picking
Still I’m kicking down the walls
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out and walk away
Without a curtain call
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again
Try to hide the mood we’re really in
I’ll put on my automatic grin
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again
I live the kinda life
Most men only dream of
I make my living writing songs
And singing them
But I’m forty-one years old and I ain’t got no place to go
When it’s over
And I hide my age and make the stage
And try to kick the footlights out again