To Do What I Do

I’ve been a waiter, a roofer, a clerk.
I’ve shoveled manure until my pride hurt.
When you’re starting out, it’s all part of the work-
To do what I do.
I’ve been evicted for not making rent.
Made my daddy wonder where my good sense went.
For the price of a dream, my years have been spent-
To do what I do.
To stand here tonight with a six-string guitar,
And be what I’ve always been in my heart.
Just for the chance to play you my song,
And the thrill when I hear you singing along.
Has been worth everything I’ve been through-
To do what I do.
I’ve played for empty tables and chairs,
To drunks that don’t listen, and crowds that don’t care.
I’ve been told countless times, «Boy you ain’t going no where!" —
To do what I do.
So I hope the critics and the skeptics alike,
all bought a ticket to this show tonight.
They’ll see first hand that I have survived,
and what doesn’t kill you, makes you more alive.
And I’m one of the fortunate few-
To do what I do.
There’s so much joy this music can bring
So I count my blessings, when I step up to sing.
Cuz there’s so many people who’d give anything-
To do what I do.
And we thank all of you.
We can do what we do