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

I throw my old guitar across the stage
And then my bass man 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

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