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To Do What I Do Written by - Alan Jackson From - What I Do I've been a waiter, a roofer, a clerk I've shoveled manure 'til my pride hurt When you're starting out It's all part of the work To do what I do I've been evicted for not making rent Made my Daddy wonder where my good sense went For the price of a dream My years have been spent To do what I do So I stand here tonight With this six-string guitar To be something I've always been in my heart Just for the chance to play you my song The thrill when I hear you singing along It's been worth everything I've been through To do what I do I've played for empty tables and chairs The drunks that don't listen The crowds that don't care Been told countless times 'Boy, you ain't goin' nowhere' To do what I do So I hope the critics and skeptics alike All bought a ticket to this show tonight And they'll see firsthand that I have survived And what doesn't kill you makes you more alive And I'm one of the fortunate few To do what I do There's so much joy this music can bring So I count my blessings when I step up to sing 'Cause there are so many people who would give anything To do what I do And I thank you... I can do what I do |