A FEW BUCKS, A MEAL AND A BEER

Started out in a smoky dive, just me and my old guitar, Playing for tips and a couple of smiles, chasing dreams under the stars. The crowd was small but they sang along, felt the soul in every chord, I'd trade my songs for a meal and a beer, and I swore I didn't need more. But one night a suit walked in, said, "Son, you've got what it takes, Sign here on the dotted line, I'll make you a name someday." Now my music's streaming all over the world, a penny for every play, Living the dream, or so it seems, but it don't feel the same. I miss the clinking glasses, the shouting from the bar, Give me fifty bucks, a meal, and a beer—take me back to where we are who we are. Woke up in a fancy hotel room, the road's a blur these days, Autographs on glossy posters don't feel like honest pay. I used to feel the crowd's heartbeat, now I'm staring at a screen, Trading real for the reels, and the truth for the sheen. Some call it success, but I just call it lost, When your soul's for sale, you don't see the cost. Now my music's streaming all over the world, a penny for every play, Living the dream, or so it seems, but it don't feel the same. I miss the clinking glasses, the shouting from the bar, Give me fifty bucks, a meal, and a beer—take me back to where we are who we are. Oh, I miss that old bartender who'd sing along out of tune, The neon lights, the Friday nights, where it was just me and you. Now I'm on a stage under the spotlight's glare, But my heart's in the corner of a bar somewhere. Now my music's streaming all over the world, a penny for every play, Living the dream, or so it seems, but it don't feel the same. I miss the clinking glasses, the shouting from the bar, Give me fifty bucks, a meal, and a beer—take me back to where we are who we are. Yeah, take me back to that rundown dive, where I left my heart and my soul alive. Give me fifty ...... Yeah, take me back to that rundown dive, where I left my heart and my soul alive.