Footlights - Merle Haggard, The Strangers

I live the kinda life most men only dream of I make my livin’writin’songs and singin’them

But I’m forty-one years old and I ain’t got no place to go When it’s over

So I 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 bassman takes the ball

And the crowd goes nearly wild to see

My guitar nearly fall

After twenty years of pickin’we’re still alive

And kickin’and kickin’down the wall

Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out

And walk away without a curtain call

Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again

And try to hide the mood we’re really in Might not put on our old Instamatic grin

Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again

I live the kinda life most men only dream of And I make my livin’writin’songs and singin’them

But I’m fortysome years old and I ain’t got no place to go When it’s over

So I hide my age and make the stage and

Try to kick the footlights out again