| What am I doing here | |
| What's really being done | |
| By playing this guitar | |
| Except breaking my heart | |
| I swear if I could only get | |
| One chance under the lights | |
| I'd show this world something new | |
| They wouldn't be able to hold on to | |
| I know this ain't the only thing | |
| That really matters in life | |
| But I don't know anything else | |
| I guess I'll just play by myself | |
| Until someone comes along | |
| That believes in what I do | |
| And gives me the strength I need | |
| And actually listens to me and says | |
| CHORUS | |
| Hey, let's make it big time | |
| We'll make it right, we'll do what we've got to do | |
| Let's make it big time | |
| 'Cause let me tell you, kid, I believe in you | |
| I'd take the world by storm | |
| Get back to the country side | |
| Where good ol' boys still played | |
| And music was more than just made | |
| That's how I'd play every song | |
| From the heart and from the soul | |
| I would make my dad so proud | |
| Together we would scream out loud | |
| CHORUS |