[Chorus]

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

[Verse]

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

[Chorus]

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