Behind This Guitar

I love the towns, love the crowds And I love the way my life’s turned out…the way it has I get to sing and chase my dreams but like they say with all good things There’s strings attached Now don’t get me wrong, my life’s a song but you know me And I belong girl where you are From time to time it feels like I’m Trapped and somehow stuck behind this guitar Behind this guitar is just a boy who had a dream in his heart Behind this guitar is just a guy who can’t believe he got this far When I was a kid and the other kids Were doing what most kids did, well there I was Sitting on the edge of my twin bed Picking till my fingers bled, got in my blood Now that’s not to say I didn’t fish or play Goof around and act my age, and be home by dark But from 8 or 9 to right here tonight You might say I pretty much grew up behind this guitar Behind this guitar is just a boy who had a dream in his heart Behind this guitar is just a guy who can’t believe he got this far Now I’ve always said that I’ve been blessed Why me, is anybody’s guess, well I don’t know But I’m well aware the man upstairs Could have answered any others prayers and let mine go Aw but thanks to him, my family and friends And those who got me where I am, you know who you are Now with that in mind the truth is I’m not the only one behind this guitar