Mondays With Merle: Footlights 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 Tonig