I was putting in time on rodeo drive
Auditioned by day, waitin' tables at night
Them back slapper told me boy you got what it takes
And your first big break is just a handshake away
But i ran out of money i ran out of luck
I got tired of running and loaded my truck
I flipped off that town and left it in the dust
For letting my dreams go bust
And now i thank god i ain't - what i almost was
Got back from l.a. and came awful close
To being some son in-law to some c.e.o.
Could have been a corner office country club suit and tie man
Answering to no one but her and him
I ran out on his money ran out on her love
At four in the morning i loaded my truck
I just had to follow my gut
And i thank god i ain't what i almost was
In guitar town i bought this old epiphone
Starting stringing chords and words into song
I been putting in time on sixteenth avenue
Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool
I ain't making a killing but then there's those nights
When the song comes together and hits 'em just right
The crowd's on their feet cause they can't get enough
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