[Verse 1]
For twenty-odd years, I have strummed on guitars
5,000 lost flat picks, four fingertip scars
I must've broken a million G strings
Picking and strumming, and playing these things
Banging and tuning, and playing these things
[Verse 2]
And it's been sixteen years now that I've written songs
Over a hundred and still growing strong
About drinking and hockey and flying above
Again and again, about unhappy love
Over and over, unhappy love
[Break]
[Verse 3]
And it's music for money, but I do it for fun
Oh, I know how to do it; it's easily done
To stand on a stage doesn't make me afraid
I'm comfortable up there; it's gotten me laid
It always amazes me when I get paid
[Verse 4]
So here I am, doing all that I can do
You're paying; I'm playing; I'm grateful to you
Indoors and outdoors, at home and abroad
I sing these songs, and you people applaud
You haven't changed much; you still applaud
For twenty-odd years, I have strummed on guitars
5,000 lost flat picks, four fingertip scars
I must've broken a million G strings
Picking and strumming, and playing these things
Banging and tuning, and playing these things
[Verse 2]
And it's been sixteen years now that I've written songs
Over a hundred and still growing strong
About drinking and hockey and flying above
Again and again, about unhappy love
Over and over, unhappy love
[Break]
[Verse 3]
And it's music for money, but I do it for fun
Oh, I know how to do it; it's easily done
To stand on a stage doesn't make me afraid
I'm comfortable up there; it's gotten me laid
It always amazes me when I get paid
[Verse 4]
So here I am, doing all that I can do
You're paying; I'm playing; I'm grateful to you
Indoors and outdoors, at home and abroad
I sing these songs, and you people applaud
You haven't changed much; you still applaud
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