The Man Who Wasn't Spose to Make It Out

I sell myself short every time
It's no wonder why I'm dancin on the poverty line
I'd make a dollar out of fifteen cents, but I burned the dime
To ease my mind
And I'm workin on my record but it's pissin off the neighbors
Right now I owe the band at least a hundred thousand favors
Ask me how I'm doin guess I won't complain unless it rhymes
And it's in time

I'm right where they said I'd never be
Fightin for my life in Music City, Tennessee
Money, power, fame I got this far in life without
So put your hands together for the man who wasn't supposed to make it out

I load a thousand dollar guitar in a thousand dollar car
I go back to work tomorrow but tonight I play the star
Of course I'd love to come and do another show again next week
Oh sure, I'll play for free
They tell us how we killed it, we split thirteen bucks in tips
And then we ride on fumes back home
Look at the chaos all around me and I write a song about it
Then I do it all again because it's all I know

I'm right where they said I'd never be
Fightin for my life in Music City, Tennessee
Money, power, fame I got this far in life without
So put your hands together for the man who wasn't supposed to make it out

I'm right where they said I'd never be
Scratchin and survivin up in Nashville, Tennessee
Money, power, fame I got this far in life without
So put your hands together for the man who wasn't supposed to make it out