Guitar In My Hands

Some would kill
To have this life
Under the stars and stripes
Where the eagle flies
With my baby by my side
Not having to worry or cry
With a guitar in my hands

I used to sit at home
Behind the computer screen
Playing games all day
I didn't have nothing to do

In 6th grade I played
Football on the field
Really wasn't my thing
But that's okay

Some would kill
For this life
Under the stars and stripes
Where the eagle flies
With my baby by my side
Not having to worry or cry
With a guitar in my hands

I discovered this little
Building on the side of the road
I'd later to know that place
As my second home

Few years went by
Guitar amp by my side
Spend my weekends like I said
Till my fingers bled

Some would kill
For this life
Under the stars and stripes
Where the eagle flies
With my baby by my side
Not having to worry or cry
With a guitar in my hands

Then I had a few shows
I was quick to grow
Then I went on to the House of Blues
As most people know

That was that
I was then
But I'm sure there's more
To this life than the end

Some would kill
For this life
Under the stars and stripes
Where the eagle flies
With my baby by my side
Not having to worry or cry
With a guitar in my hands

With my baby by my side