I'm a singer, I make my living the hard way
A guitar slinger, every night I hope and pray
For a hit record that would make me rich and set me free
But a hit record was never meant for me
I'm a loser, long time ago I had to admit
But I keep on trying, I keep on fighting, I never quit
And when I die and go to Heaven, I know I will be satisfied
'Cause Jesus will give me a gold record just because I tried
My son, if you ever go to show business
Take my advice, accept no more, no less
Awards and money, they won't set you free
Follow Jesus, He gave a gold record to me
Awards and money, they won't set you free
Follow Jesus, He gave a gold record to me
