Footlights

 
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I live the kinda life  most men only dream of 
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I make my livin' writin' songs  and singin' them 
                                        F#                           C# 
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 
    G#7                            C# 
And try to kick the footlights out again 
 

 
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I throw my old guitar across the stage and then my bass-man takes the ball 
                          G#7                          C# 
And the crowd goes nearly wild to see my guitar nearly fall 
                                    F#                               C# 
After twenty years of pickin' we're still alive and kickin' down the wall 
                                         G#7                         C# 
Tonight I'll kick the footlights out and walk away without a curtain call 
 

 
  F# 
Tonight I'll kick the footlights out again 
                                    C# 
And try to hide the mood I'm really in 
                             G#7 
And put on my old instamatic grin 
                                     C# 
Tonight I'll kick the footlights out again 
 

 
C#                     F#            C# 
I live the kinda life  most men only dream of 
                         G#7                C# 
I make my livin' writin' songs  and singin' them 
                                        F#                           C# 
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 
    G#7                            C# 
And try to kick the footlights out again