[Verse 1]
Well, I don't mind playing in coffee shops for the rest of my life
Just keep me with this guitar, I promise I'll survive
I'll best be workin' on learnin' how to drive
'Cause I roll 'round the country, playing bars long after night

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[Verse 2]
And I get letters in my mailbox every day
They come from south of here, and some from LA
They say, "Love, I like your songs. Ah, please write back."
I better listen, 'cause that's a fan that I won't get back

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[Verse 3]
I sell my record through the mail
Because a hundred letter sends without fail
Now all the people know the words to my songs
They come to my shows, get up, and sing along