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(hmmmm) Ten years of dust
on my hard-shell case
Slipped out of Tennessee
with a beaten-up face
Traded my dreams
for a factory shift
But the song in my blood was a stubborn gift
I packed the truck
in the dead of the night
Heading back east for one more fight (one more time)
There's a second act on Broadway,
a light on the stage
A brand new line on a weathered page
This old guitar
is ready to ring
This time I'm singing
what I want to sing (yeah)
Walked into the Bluebird,
held my breath
Singing my truth like a matter of life and death
Nobody cheered but they didn't look away
And the man in the back had a contract to lay
They tell you that you're done at thirty-five
But they don't know the way
it feels to be alive
With a second shot at the neon sign
There's a second act on Broadway,
a light on the stage
A brand new line
on a weathered page This old guitar
is ready to ring
This time I'm singing
what I want to sing (oh,
this time I'm singing)
Singing my song... Yeah,
my second act has begun