(Verse 1) G C G I live the kinda life most men only dream of D7 G I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them C G But I'm forty-one years old and I ain't got no place to go when it's over But I'll hide my age and make the stage D7 G And try to kick the footlights out again (Verse 2) C G I throw my old guitar across the stage and then my bass-man takes the ball D7 G And the crowd goes nearly wild to see my guitar nearly fall C G After twenty years of pickin' we're still alive and kickin' down the wall D7 G Tonight I'll kick the footlights out and walk away without a curtain call (Chorus) C Tonight I'll kick the footlights out again G And try to hide the mood I'm really in D7 And put on my old instamatic grin G Tonight I'll kick the footlights out again (Verse 3) G C G I live the kinda life most men only dream of D7 G I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them C G But I'm forty-one years old and I ain't got no place to go when it's over But I'll hide my age and make the stage D7 G And try to kick the footlights out again