With
his guitar on his shoulder
He
will go out and sing his songs
He
braves the crowd of sea faces
He
has to earn his days in the challenging times
He
may dream to make it big
He
knows it in his heart and mind
Now
he has to earn his living
With
his guitar strumming away
He
sings his songs
In
the crowded boardwalk
People
may stop and listen
He
is on his flow
Some
may throw him money
For
the joy he brings to the air
The
dreary lives they all live in
With
songs singing live on the street
With
his guitar on his shoulder
He
will go out and sing his songs
He
may dream to make it big
Now
he has to earn his living
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