Footlights Songtext

von Merle Haggard

I live the kind of life most men only dream of.
I make my livin' writin' songs,
And singin' them.
But I'm 41 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 20 years of pickin', we're still alive and kickin' down the walls.
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 were really in.
Might not put on our old instamatic grin,
Tonight we'll kick the footlights out again.

[Instrumental Break]

I've led the kind of life most men only dream of.
I make my livin' writin' songs,
And singin' them.
But I'm forty-some 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.