Jerry Jeff Walker
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In a boarding house, I'd lay upstairs,
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And dream of how I'd live someday
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Downstairs there sat, a man who had
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A guitar he never learned to play
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For my thirteenth birthday, grandma bought the guitar
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Told me I should learn how to play
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And the gift she gave me changed me
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'Cause the music is the main thing,
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That got me to this point here today
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Chorus:
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And I was lucky, 'cause I used her gift
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To get in touch with how to live
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And looking back I now realize, music changed my life
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Just out of school, I had no clue
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Of what it was I'd like to do
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I only know, the open road
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Was the way I chose to pass on through
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I took that guitar with me, down the lonesome highway
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And I began my search for a song
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And somewhere in the distance, the music and the mystery
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Of how I would live come along
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Chorus (Last line different)
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That music saved my life, music became my life
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As time went by, I found that I
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Could climb up on the stage and sing
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But when I sang, the songs I wrote
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It became a very special thing
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But songs to me were personal
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And the business side just killed me
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And I withdrew inside my shell
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With the contracts and the lawsuits
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I started heavy drinking,
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'Til I finally lost touch with myself
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Bridge:
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I guess playing music for money brought problems
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That I didn't face very well
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Being self-taught gave me nothing to lean on
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I had to look in myself
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I took a year off and did some fasting
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Just to clean the cobwebs out
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And I went back to Grandma's guitar
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Just to hear a simple sound
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When I look around me, I saw my loving family
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And a home we had built on a hill
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I discovered the music had led me to the one place
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Where my heart and soul are re-filled
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Chorus:
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Music saved my life, yeah, music really saved my life
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Yes, music really saved my life
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The Gift
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
