For twenty odd years I have strummed on guitars Five thousand lost flat picks, four fingertip scars I must have broken a million g strings Picking and strumming, and playing these things Banging and tunin', and playing these things. And it's been sixteen years now that I've written songs Over a hundred and still growing strong About drinking and hockey and flying above Again and again about unhappy love Over and over, unhappy love. And it's music for money, but I'll do it for fun Oh, I know how to do it, it's easily done To stand on a stage doesn't make me afraid I'm comfortable up there, it's gotten me laid It always amazes me when I get paid. So here am I doing all that I can do You're paying, I'm playing, I'm grateful to you Indoors and outdoors, at home and abroad I sing these songs and you people applaud. You haven't changed much, you still applaud.