Текст песни Merle Haggard - Footlights
Merle Haggard - Footlights слова песни
I live the kinda life most men only dream ofI make my livin` writin` songs and singin` themBut I`m forty-one years old and I ain`t got no place to goWhen it`s overSo I hide my age and make the stage andTry to kick the footlights out againI throw my old guitar across the stage andThen my bassman takes the ballAnd the crowd goes nearly wild to seeMy guitar nearly fallAfter twenty years of pickin` we`re still aliveAnd kickin` and kickin` down the wallTonight we`ll kick the footlights outAnd walk away without a curtain callTonight we`ll kick the footlights out againAnd try to hide the mood we`re really inMight not put on our old Instamatic grinTonight we`ll kick the footlights out againI live the kinda life most men only dream ofAnd I make my livin` writin` songs and singin` themBut I`m fortysome years old and I ain`t got no place to goWhen it`s overSo I hide my age and make the stage andTry to kick the footlights out again