He comes from the streets he grew up in the bars He cut his teeth on his daddys guitar He lived every line that hes ever sung He made believers to all that said it couldnt be done He worked on his chops eight hours a day While learning the ropes and climbing the ranks He kicked and he scratched to get his shot And he never kissed ass on his way to the top He says, hey, man Here I am rocking the stage and shaking the stands with the punch of the drums the blast of the amps A sold out show every time I jam And hey, man Here I am living the life with world in my hands A rush from the crowd the roar of the fans And when the light comes up He feels like the champ He feels like the champ He says theirs always a new kid coming to town Looking for ways to try and knock him down They got hungry eyes and a passion that burns Chomping at the bit to get their turn He seen a thousand faces come and go But hes still here nobody steels his show With a bottle a gin and a martin guitar Man the worlds never seen a bigger star He says, hey, man Here I am rocking the stage and shaking the stands with the punch of the drums the blast of the amps A sold out show every time I jam And hey, man Here I am living the life with world in my hands A rush from the crowd the roar of the fans And when the light comes up He feels like the champ He feels like the champ He steps under the lights at Broadway and Main Takes a pull from the bottle to warm up And hes got dirt on his face An open case at his feet as the people pass by Tossing change at his feet He sleeps under the bridge in a cardboard box But when the stars come out hes ready to rock He says, hey, man Here I am rocking the stage and shaking the stands With the punch of the drums the blast of the amps A sold out show every time I jam And hey man Here I am living the life with world in my hands A rush from the crowd the roar of the fans And when the light comes up He feels like the champ He feels like the champ Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com