Born To Play Guitar

[applause] we didn't jump onanyone else's train. we didn't pretend tobe anyone else but us and in doing so, you grow as individuals andstay true to who you are and, you know, and thenpeople appreciate that because it's honest. and you can like it or not likeit, but it's honest." ♪ ♪

♪ another friday nighti'm somewhere ♪ ♪ a little drunk and wornout from the show. ♪ ♪ it's a hallway to ahotel room ♪ ♪ the trucks alreadyrolling down the road. ♪ ♪ i find the lightstake off my coat ♪ ♪ i see her there justlying on the bed ♪ ♪ shes seen me throughmy yesterdays ♪ ♪ god knows tonight i'mneeding her again. ♪ ♪ shes the place i go ♪

♪ when theres no whereleft to run to ♪ ♪ shes the one i hold ♪ ♪ when theres no oneto hold on to ♪ ♪ shes been with melate at night, ♪ ♪ when i was drowningin the dark ♪ ♪ she heard my every word ♪ ♪ when i was pouringout my heart ♪ ♪ so i thank my lucky stars ♪ ♪ for every crack scratchand scar on this guitar. ♪

♪ she given me her bestwhen i am at my worse ♪ ♪ when i can't findthe pieces, ♪ ♪ fingers scratchingin the dirt ♪ ♪ and she offers noforgiveness, ♪ ♪ cause she likes tomake it hurt ♪ ♪ and she heard myevery word ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ morning's like afreight train ♪ ♪ last night stillringing in my head. ♪

♪ before todaybecomes tomorrow ♪ ♪ tonight i know i'lldo it all again ♪ ♪ and she heardmy every word ♪

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