I learned to play guitar
To the snapping of pine in a campfire
And to this day, it don't matter where the stage
The first chord I play still smells like smoke
Play the same old songs until the ranger came and shut us down
And I learned then what I live by now
When you're
Luckier than you ought to be
Luckier by half
Best not to forget
How it came to pass
I've broken strings on stages I never thought I'd get to see
This is for the ones who've sung along the way
This is for the dreamers in the Cheap Seats
I may never love as pure
As the love my mother gave to me
And I may never backcheck as hard as my old man on Sundays at the MDC
I hope they see a little bit of both when I play this old six string
What I learned from them taught me to sing
When you're
Luckier than you ought to be
Luckier by half
Best not to forget
How it came to pass
I've broken strings on stages I never thought I'd get to see
This is for the ones who've sung along the way
This is for the dreamers in the Cheap Seats
(So much better)
There's a Nashville man who says
He knows exactly how this came to be
He wants to package up what we've done
Sell it out on late night TV
We built this thing on the backs of late nights down at the Bell in Hand
And if you weren't there
You wouldn't understand
When you're
Luckier than you ought to be
Luckier by half
Best not to forget
How it came to pass
I've broken strings on stages I never thought I'd get to see
This is for the ones who've sung along the way
This is for the dreamers in the Cheap Seats
