I've been a waiter, a roofer, a clerk
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I've shoveled manure till my pride hurt.
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When you're starting out, it's all part of the work
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To do what I do.
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I've been evicted for not making rent
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Made my Daddy wonder where my good sense went.
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For the price of a dream, my years have been spent
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To do what I do.
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So I stand here tonight with this six string guitar
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To be something I've always been in my heart.
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Just for the chance to play you my song
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The thrill when I hear you singing along.
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It's been worth everything I've been through
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To do what I do.
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I've played for empty tables and chairs
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The drunks that don't listen, the crowds that dont care.
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Been told countless times Boy you ain't goin' nowhere
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To do what I do.
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So I hope the critics and skeptics alike
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All bought a ticket to this show tonight.
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And they'll see firsthand that I have survived
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And what doesn't kill you makes you more alive.
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And I'm one of the fortunate few
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To do what I do.
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There's so much joy this music can bring
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So I count my blessings when I step up to sing.
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Cause they're so many people who would give anything
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To do what I do.
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And I Thank You......
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I can do what I do!
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What I Do
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| Alan Jackson |
