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Gotta get my stuff together
I'm heading out
Gotta do the things that I've been speaking 'bout
Gotta show the world the difference between right and wrong
Yes
I gotta make myself a living writing songs
I'm just a lonely singer on a lonely road
This is the life that I chose
I give it more
So much more than what I've got
Eveything you think I am
I am not
'Cause I'm just a one man traveling band
Writing down poems on the back of my hand
I'm hoping you will understand me
I've come a long way
I've given up the cocaine
Looking for a chance to play a couple songs that I wrote along the way
I never thought that I would ever learn guitar
That I'd be the man on stage
No
Never thought that I would get to see the world
Love and miss the band everyday
But I headed out to California for margaritas by the pool
And the house of a good old friend of mine I knew way back in school
Just a box of wood
Six strings
This guitar
I've played in bedrooms and still play in bars
On city streets with pennies at my feet
And you know I'll play for money
I will play for free
'Cause I'm just a one man traveling band
Writing down poems on the back of my hand
I'm hoping you will understand me
I've come a long way
I've given up the cocaine
Looking for a chance to play a couple songs that I wrote along the way
I never thought that I would ever learn guitar
That I'd be the man on stage
No
Never thought that I would get to see the world
Love and miss the band everyday
But I headed out to California for margaritas by the pool
And the house of a good old friend of mine I knew way back in school
Yes
HATA BİLDİR
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