Lyrics:

Someone asked me once in an interview''What was growing up like, where''d you go to school?And what would you do if you weren''t doin'' this?''I''d be drivin'' my first car, an old worn-out DodgeTryin'' to make rent with a dead end job, just makin'' dueWith tips in a jar, my guitar and an old barstoolI''d have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my handCup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a bandSingin'' them same damn songs like I am nowI''d be feelin'' on fire on a hardwood stageBright lights like lightning runnin'' through my veinsAt the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name townI''d still be doin'' this if I wasn''t doin'' thisI''d still be the same guy they knew back in the dayWho was burnin'' CDs just to give awayPayin'' his dues if I wasn''t doin'' thisFive deep in a van, head full of steamHot on the heels of my neon dreams maybe comin'' trueLivin'' this life just like I was born to doI''d have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my handCup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a bandSingin'' them same damn songs like I am nowI''d be feelin'' on fire on a hardwood stageBright lights like lightning runnin'' through my veinsAt the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name townI''d still be doin'' this if I wasn''t doin'' thisIt ain''t about the fameIt ain''t about the fortuneIt ain''t about the nameIt ain''t about the gloryI guess I''m sayin'' it''s always been aboutHaving a Friday night crowd in the palm of my handCup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a bandSingin'' them same damn songs like I am nowI''d be feelin'' on fire on a hardwood stageBright lights like lightning runnin'' through my veinsAt the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name townI''d still be doin'' this if I wasn''t doin'' thisSomeone asked me once in an interview''What was growing up like, where''d you go to school?And what would you do if you weren''t doin'' this''