I’ll be glad to sign my autograph
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If you want me to
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God knows I love singin’
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It’s what I was born to do
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You see me up there center state
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In the spotlight for a while
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But in the things that really matter
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I’m just sittin’ on the aisle
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‘Cause I’ve seen a third grade angel
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With dark circles ‘neath her eyes
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Not a trace of hair left on her head
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Saying, “Daddy, please don’t cry.”
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A single mom working overtime
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A college kid readin’ to the blind
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When you look for heroes, know that
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I’m just a singer in a band
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I’m thankful to be living in
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This childhood dream come true
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But sometimes the attention
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Just leaves me confused
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Yeah, I love my t-shirt on those kids
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My name there up in lights
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But when the show is done, and I’m on the bus
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Ridin’ through the night
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I think of New York City
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And those firemen and cops
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Who ran in and laid down their lives
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Because it was their job
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The soldier in a field of mines
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With each step he lays it on the line
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When you look for heroes, know that
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I’m just a singer in a band
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I’m humbled when you take the time
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To hear my life in verse and rhyme
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But when it comes to heroes, know that
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I’m just a singer in a band
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I’m a singer in a band
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I’ll be glad to sign my autograph
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If you want me to
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God knows I love singin’
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It’s what I was born to do
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Singer in a Band
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| Mark Wills |
