Lirik Lagu A Lot Like Me - Mary Chapin Carpenter
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He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behindHe had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyesAnd I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each nightSinging my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight
So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tarI kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And weTalked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most forgotIn that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreamsWith my cowboy boots and my old six-stringHitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local barsWhen I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shineLike the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for freeNo fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd singBut you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mindSo he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or twoAnd we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather doThere's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them all the timeBut my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-stringHitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local barsWhen I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shineLike the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my ownBut tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at homeIt's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're boundBut the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-stringHitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local barsWhen I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shineLike the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like meLike the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tarI kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And weTalked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most forgotIn that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreamsWith my cowboy boots and my old six-stringHitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local barsWhen I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shineLike the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for freeNo fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd singBut you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mindSo he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or twoAnd we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather doThere's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them all the timeBut my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-stringHitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local barsWhen I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shineLike the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my ownBut tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at homeIt's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're boundBut the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-stringHitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local barsWhen I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shineLike the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like meLike the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
