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Behind This Guitar Live
Well, I love the crowds, love the towns Love the way my life's gone down The way it has I get to sing and chase my dreams But, like they say, with all good things There's strings attached Don't get me wrong, my life's a song You know me, I belong Girl, where you are But from time to time, it feels like I'm Trapped and somehow stuck behind This guitar * Behind this guitar is just a boy Who had a dream in his heart Behind this guitar is just a guy That can't believe he got this far When I was a kid and the other kids Were doin' what most kids did Well there I was Sittin' on the edge of that twin bed Pickin' till my fingers bled And it got in my blood That's not to say I didn't fish or play Goof around and act my age And be home by dark But from eight or nine to here tonight I pretty much grew up behind This guitar ( * )