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Artist/Band:
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Lyrics for Song: A Lot Like Me
Lyrics for Album: Hometown Girl [1987]
He was a long tall stranger from way down south where
he'd left his life behind
He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes
And I remember him sitting in that local bar where
I earned my pay each night
Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight
So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we
Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and
the songs we'd most forgot
In that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of
songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were
food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man,
just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and
to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do
There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers,
and I meet them all the time
But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
with my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of
songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
with my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of
songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
Like the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
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