(Verse)
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I live the kinda life
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Most men only dream of
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I make my livin' writing songs
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And singin' them
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But I'm 31 years old
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And I ain't got no place to go, when it's over
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So I'll hide my age and make the stage tonight
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Try to kick the footlights out again
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I'll throw my old guitar
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Across the stage and then my bass man takes a bone
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And the crowd goes nearly wild
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To see my guitar nearly fall
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After 20 years of pickin'
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I'm still alive and kickin' down the walls
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And tonight I'll kick the footlights out and
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Walk away without a curtain call
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(Chorus)
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Yea tonight I'm gonna kick the footlights out again
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And I'll try to hide the mood I'm really in
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Might not put on my old instamatic grin
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Yea tonight I'm gonna kick the footlights out again
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And again
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(Verse)
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I live the kinda life
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Most men only dream of
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I make my livin' writing songs
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And singin' them
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But I'm 30 some years old
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And I ain't got no place to go, when it's over
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So I'll hide my age and make the stage tonight
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Try to kick the footlights out again
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Footlights
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Joe Nichols |