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 doing this? I'd be driving my first car in a worn-out dock Trying to make rent with a dead-end job Just making do With tips in a jar My guitar in an old bar stool I'd have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand A cup of brand liquor, a couple buddies and a band Singing them same damn songs like I am now I'd be feeling on fire on a hardwood stage Bright lights like lightning running through my veins At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town I'd still be doing this if I wasn't doing this I'd still be the same guy they knew back in the day Who was burning CDs just to give away Paying his dues If I wasn't doing this Five deep in a van, head full of steam Hot on the heels of my neon dreams Maybe coming true Living this life just like I was born to do I'd have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand A cup of brand liquor, a couple buddies and a band Singing them same damn songs like I am now I'd be feeling on fire on a hardwood stage Bright lights like lightning running through my veins At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town I'd still be doing this if I wasn't doing this It ain't about the fame, it ain't about the fortune It ain't about the name, it ain't about the glory I guess I'm saying it's always been about Having a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand A cup of brand liquor, a couple buddies and a band Singing them same damn songs like I am now I'd be feeling on fire on a hardwood stage Bright lights like lightning running through my veins At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town I'd still be doing this if I wasn't doing this 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 doing this