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Story behind the song
Any traveling musician knows that it all comes with a heavy, heavy price.
Lyrics
Another mile to go.
Another bar room show.
Another night of tellin' lies
Over the microphone.
Another wasted year.
Another luke-warm beer.
Another chance that I missed
To have you sittin' here.
Oh your daddy's a cowboy
And your mama's a saint
And you've spent half your life, girl,
Bein' someone you ain't.
But darling Pam
I don't think you understand
The difference 'tween what's wrong and what ain't right.
Ah but never fear
I got my six-string here and
We're gonna play all night.
People come and go.
People I don't know.
People coming to swap my songs
For a hard-earned dollar or so.
It's a shameless game,
But I've got myself to blame.
Instead of loving you tonight
I'm up here trying to find my fame.
It's a room full of cowboys
In a world full of saints.
I try to think about how much we are, babe,
But I keep thinkin' 'bout how much we ain't.
And darling Pam
I'm not sure I understand
The difference 'tween what's wrong and what ain't right.
Ah but never fear,
'cause we've got us a bog crown here and
We're gonna play all night.
Writin' down these words
Phrases that I've heard
Fly around inside my head
Like flocks of mockingbirds.
Staring into to space
Sometimes I almost see your face.
The manager he makes last call
And shouts for me to pick up my pace.
Well I ain't no cowboy
And I'm hardly a saint.
But if I can make Tuscaloosa by mornin'
I think I've played on my last stage.
And darling Pam
I think I finally understand
The difference 'tween what's wrong and what ain't right.
Ah but never fear
'cause we've loaded up our gear and
We're gonna drive all night.
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