I live the kinda life Most men only dream of I make my living writing songs And singing them ♪ 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 Then my bass man takes the ball And the crowd goes nearly wild To see my guitar nearly fall ♪ After twenty years of picking Still I'm kicking down the walls Tonight we'll kick the footlights out and walk away Without a curtain call ♪ Tonight we'll kick the footlights out again Try to hide the mood we're really in I'll put on my instamatic grin Tonight we'll kick the footlights out again ♪ I live the kinda life 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 And I hide my age and make the stage And try to kick the footlights out again