Footlights

I live the kinda life most men only dream of
 I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them
 But I'm forty-one years old and I ain't got no place to go when it's over
 So I 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 pickin' we're still alive
 And kickin' and kickin' 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 kinda life that most men only dream of
 I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them
 But I'm forty-one years old and I ain't got no place to go when it's over
 So I hide my age and make the stage and
 Try to kick the footlights out again