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 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
It’s best not to forget, how it came to pass
Cause I’ve broken strings on stages that I thought I’d never get to see
This ones for the one 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 back check quite as hard as my old man on Sundays at the MDC
But I hope they see a little bit of both when I play this old six string
Cause what I learned from them taught me to sing.
When you’re luckier than you ought to be, luckier by half
It’s best not to forget, how it came to pass
Cause I’ve broken strings on stages that I thought I’d never get to see
This ones for the one who’ve sung along the way
This is for the dreamers in the cheap seats
There’s a Nashville man who says he understands how this came to be
He wants to package up what we’ve done and 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
It’s best not to forget, how it came to pass
Cause I’ve broken strings on stages that I thought I’d never get to see
This ones for the one who’ve sung along the way
This is for the dreamers in the cheap seats