A Lot Like Me
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He was a Clong tall stranger from Cway down south where he'd Fleft his life behFind
He had a Dmbig old Gibson and a Gpickup truck and CShenandoah eyGes
And I Cremember him sitting in that Emlocal bar where I Fearned my pay each nFight
DmSinging my songs to eGmpty chairs and Fgoin-g Ghome half Ctight G
So the Cnights rolled by like Cheadlights shining on a Flonesome strip of tFar
I kept his Dmwords of kindness Gclose to me like a Cpick on my guitGar; And we
CTalked about the singers and the Emsongs we loved and the Fsongs we'd most forgFot
In that Dmrun-down bar they'd Gmake last call and IF'd nev-er Gwant to Cstop
'Cause I was Fliving on nothing but a Gyoung girl's dreams
With my Ccowbo-y bEmoots and my oFld six-string
Dm Hitching my wagon tGo a star, Cdreamin-g of Emleaving those Flocal bars
When IC'd get him up at Em/Bclosing time for a Amcouple -of sGongs and a chFance to shine
Like the Dmstar that he longed to bGe, he looked a Fhelluv-a lGot like me
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He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do
There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them
all the time
But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
Instrumental :
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Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the Dmstar that he longed to bGe, he looked a Fhell o-f a lGot like Amme
Like the Dmstar that he'd always Gbe, he looked a Fhell o-f a lGot like me
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