I'm a singer, I make my living the hard way A guitar slinger, every night I hope and pray For a hit record that would make me rich and set me free But a hit record was never meant for me I'm a loser, long time ago I had to admit But I keep on trying, I keep on fighting, I never quit And when I die and go to Heaven, I know I will be satisfied 'Cause Jesus will give me a gold record just because I tried My son, if you ever go to show business Take my advice, accept no more, no less Awards and money, they won't set you free Follow Jesus, He gave a gold record to me Awards and money, they won't set you free Follow Jesus, He gave a gold record to me