I raised my family playing music,
And sometimes other jobs.
I worked my fingers to the bone,
Not like some other slobs.
My music didn’t make me much,
But at least it paid the rent.
It put food on the table,
It was work time, all well spent.
My other jobs filled in between
My travels on the road.
I paid my dues and sang the blues,
My God it was a load.
Well I retired when my kids were raised,
And I retired my country band.
But now I look back through the years,
Oh Lord those times were grand.
Now I sit all by myself
And strum on my guitar,
And wonder why I never craved
To be a country star.
I raised my family, doing what I loved,
And never paid no mind,
To anything but my next gig,
Cause they were hard to find.