[Chorus] I’d have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band Singin’ them same damn songs like I am now I’d be feelin’ on fire on a hardwood stage Bright lights like lightning runnin’ through my veins At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town I’d still be doin’ this if I wasn’t doin’ this