From: dpyle50@gmail.com   
      
   Last night in Boston, Bob played this song.  I saw Merle back when Bob was   
   doing those baseball field shows...don't remember him doing this song.  I like   
   the lyrics, some of them fit Bob oh so well.   
      
   Footlights   
   Merle Haggard   
      
   I live the kinda life most men only dream of   
   I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them   
   But I'm forty-one years old and I ain't got no place to go when it's over   
   So I hide my age and make the stage and   
   Try to kick the footlights out again   
   I throw my old guitar across the stage and   
   Then my bassman takes the ball   
   And the crowd goes nearly wild to see   
   My guitar nearly fall   
   After twenty years of pickin' we're still alive   
   And kickin' and kickin' down the wall   
   Tonight I'll kick the footlights out   
   And walk away without a curtain call   
   Tonight I'll kick the footlights out again   
   And try to hide the mood I'm really in   
   And put on my old Instamatic grin   
   Tonight I'll kick the footlights out again   
   I live the kinda life that most men only dream of   
   I make my livin' writin' songs and singin' them   
   But I'm forty-one years old and I ain't got no place to go when it's over   
   So I hide my age and make the stage and   
   Try to kick the footlights out again   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)