Verse 1 You could say he lived a full life, a lot of years and a couple of wives. Five kids, two who will carry his name. Too much time living in bars, whiskey, smoke and playing guitar The story is written on his arms in ink and scars.
Chorus What I've learned, It ain't about what you got, what you are or what you're not or if the spotlight ever shined upon your face. It's about joy and love, family and friends and the man above, If you'll just make the choice, you'll hear that still small voice.
Verse 2 In a hurry to get somewhere, anyplace other than just right here, when all he had to go was go on home. Life's lessons don't come too quick, at hundred miles an hour that clock still ticks He never found peace in a bottle or the bank.
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Verse 3 While chasing his dreams, life passed him by, babies grew and mama died He missed the best parts in a blink of an eye. I'm a lot like him I couldn't hear, took me over forty years, I finally turned from the noise and heard that voice, that still small voice.
