[Verse 1]
Sometimes I think about when my road ends
Where I'm going and where I haven't
My long lost buddies or my high school girlfriends
What they're doing now
Anything I can put in a song
To keep my words just moving along
I write 'em down to right my wrongs for the people I'm singing to
And I pray that they hear me play
And that they like the words I say
[Verse 2]
Most of the time you're background noise
For daisy dukes and good ole boys
Make the fans, you've got no choice
Gotta play it for a crowd of three
You gotta write a song that's really witty
Everyone wears boots and the girls are pretty
And there ain't no sleeping in Music City if you wanna get ahead
So you pray that they hear you play
And that they like the words you say
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
It's 3am, and time for bed
But you can hear it playing in your head
So you stay up just to write instead
'Cause hell, this could be the one
[Verse 3]
The old man sit at the back of the bar
Tell your son that you won't go far
Just makes me wanna work real hard
To prove them all so wrong
Your folks come and go, and so it seems
That they write their songs about broken dreams
But I'm here to stay so get used to me
And if you wanna know my name
Then I pray that you hear me play
And that you like the words I say
Maybe you'll hear them again someday
Sometimes I think about when my road ends
Where I'm going and where I haven't
My long lost buddies or my high school girlfriends
What they're doing now
Anything I can put in a song
To keep my words just moving along
I write 'em down to right my wrongs for the people I'm singing to
And I pray that they hear me play
And that they like the words I say
[Verse 2]
Most of the time you're background noise
For daisy dukes and good ole boys
Make the fans, you've got no choice
Gotta play it for a crowd of three
You gotta write a song that's really witty
Everyone wears boots and the girls are pretty
And there ain't no sleeping in Music City if you wanna get ahead
So you pray that they hear you play
And that they like the words you say
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
It's 3am, and time for bed
But you can hear it playing in your head
So you stay up just to write instead
'Cause hell, this could be the one
[Verse 3]
The old man sit at the back of the bar
Tell your son that you won't go far
Just makes me wanna work real hard
To prove them all so wrong
Your folks come and go, and so it seems
That they write their songs about broken dreams
But I'm here to stay so get used to me
And if you wanna know my name
Then I pray that you hear me play
And that you like the words I say
Maybe you'll hear them again someday
( Reeve Stimpson )
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