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von Boy Golden

Got up on stage and I played my guitar
Tried not to look at the crowd
I started singing and there you are
Stealing the words from my mouth

Isn′t that right?
You'd sell your soul for a rhyme

Made a little money selling my record
Couldn′t tell you where it all went
I bought a guitar, I think it sounds better
But it sure ain't paying my rent

Isn't that right?
You′d sell your for a line
Name your price
Darlin′ tonight I'm buying


You know, I never really thought I would end up here
I was working at a bar selling beer
Thought I would make a record, leave town
But as it turns out, there′s a lot to life you can't plan
I′m just starting to understand we got a lotta living left to do
So take my hand, get up on stage help me sing this song

Me and my honey picking flowers in the ditches
Watching as the cars roll by
Don't give a damn about filling our britches
With whatever money can buy

Isn′t that right?
You'd sell your soul for a dime
Name your price
Darlin' tonight I′m buying

Money comes, money goes, so do friends, so do shows
And if every song I ever wrote were soon forgotten I know
There would always be tomorrow
Always another line, rhyme, and dime
And there′s always gunna be a small time
If you know where to look for it
Music before language, love before profits
I'll take my wide-eyed optimism in the face of all of it


Me and my buddy staying out late
Drinking at the same three bars
Burning it down when we get up on stage
Grinnin′ and playing guitar

Isn't that right?
Nothing but my whole life