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YOUNG MAN'S GAME

After the Parade LP

I wasn’t made for your skinny jeans

I ain’t Nashville’s type of star

I’m just an Irish kid from Boston town

Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.

My Red Sox cap, it ain’t new like yours

Neither is this old guitar.

But they were there, they picked up dorm room scars

The night Papi broke the curse

I ain’t changing who I am

Just to make myself a name

I write this songs cause its who I am

I ain’t chasing your kind of fame.

So go dress it up,

Go look the part

You ain’t the one to blame

I submit, I give, you’ve got me beat,

Cause yours is a young man’s game.

I don’t write songs about Tequila

Come to think, neither do you.

Cause if I’m drinking it ain’t for show

It’s cause my buddies like drinking beer

These folks in here, who sing along

Know the girl to whom I’ll always be true

And they come to, to every show

Cause it’s cheaper than therapy.

I ain’t changing who I am

Just to make myself a name

I write this songs cause its who I am

I ain’t chasing your kind of fame.

So go dress it up,

Go look the part

You ain’t the one to blame

I submit, I give, you’ve got me beat,

Cause yours is a young man’s game.

Now fame and glory, you might find

Singing songs that you’ve never lived

But hands down I’ll take going home to mine

All tucked up in their beds

I ain’t changing who I am

Just to make myself a name

I write this songs cause its who I am

I ain’t chasing your kind of fame.

So go dress it up,

Go look the part

You ain’t the one to blame

I submit, I give, you’ve got me beat,

Cause yours is a young man’s game.

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