I live the kind of life that most men only dream of I make my living writing songs and singing them But I´m forty-one years old
And I ain´t got no place to go when it´s over But I´ll hide my age and make the stage And try to kick the footlights out again
I throw my old guitar across the stage And then my bassman takes the ball And the crowd goes nearly wild To see my guitar nearly fall After twenty years of picking, we´re still alive And kicking down the wall Tonight I´ll kick the footlights out And walk away without a curtain call
Tonight I´ll kick the footlights out again And try to hide the mood I´m really in And put on my old Instamatic grin Tonight I´ll kick the footlights out again
I live the kind of life that most men only dream of I make my living writing songs and singing them But I´m forty-one years old And I ain´t got no place to go when it´s over So I´ll hide my age and make the stage And try to kick the footlights out again