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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
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