Someone asked me once in an interview
What was growing up like?
Where´d you go to school?
And what would you do if you weren´t doin´ this?
I´d be drivin´ my first car, an old worn-out Dodge

Tryin´ to make rent with a dead-end job, just makin´ due
With tips in a jar, my guitar, and an old barstool

I´d have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singin´ them same damn songs like I am now
I´d be feelin´ on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning runnin´ through my veins
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town
I´d still be doin´ this if I wasn´t doin´ this

I´d still be the same guy they knew back in the day

Who was burnin´ CD´s just to give away
Payin´ his dues
If I wasn´t doin´ this
Five deep in a van, head full of steam
Hot on the heels of my neon dreams maybe comin´ true
Livin´ this life just like I was born to do

I´d have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singin´ them same damn songs like I am now
I´d be feelin´ on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning runnin´ through my veins
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town
I´d still be doin´ this if I wasn´t doin´ this

It ain´t about the fame
It ain´t about the fortune
It ain´t about the name
It ain´t about the glory
I guess I´m sayin´ it´s always been about

Having a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singin´ them same damn songs like I am now
I´d be feelin´ on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning runnin´ through my veins
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town
I´d still be doin´ this if I wasn´t doin´ this

Someone asked me once in an interview
What was growing up like?
Where´d you go to school?
And what would you do if you weren´t doin´ this?