I've been a waiter, a roofer, a clerk I've shoveled manure Until my pride hurt. When you're starting out, it's all part of the work To do what I do. Now, I've been evicted for not making rent. Made my daddy wonder where my good sense went. For the price of a dream, my years have been spent To do what I do. To sit here tonight With a six-string guitar And be what I've always been in my heart, Just for the chance to play you my song And the thrill when I hear you singing along Has been worth everything I've been through To do what I do. Now, I've played for empty tables and chairs, To drunks who won't listen And crowds that don't care. I've been told countless times, "Boy, you ain't going nowhere," To do what I do. And I hope the critics and the skeptics alike All bought a ticket to this show tonight. 'Cause they'll see firsthand that I have survived And what doesn't kill you makes you more alive. And I'm one of the fortunate few To do what I do. Now, there's so much joy this music can bring, So I count my blessings when I step up to sing. 'Cause there's so many people who'd give anything To do what I do. And we thank all of you. We can do... We can do what we do. Hmm. End.