Footlights (Live)

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
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 this Tennesee
The crowd goes nearly wild
They love ahead girl song
Come on Jay
After twenty years of pickin' we're still alive
And kickin' and kickin' down the wall
Tonight we'll kick the footlights out
And walk away without a curtain call
Come on now come on
Tonight we'll kick the footlights out again
And try to hide the mood we're really in
Might not put on our old Instamatic grin
Tonight we'll kick the footlights out again
I live the kinda life most men only dream of
And I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them
But I'm fortysome 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