You’re the lead singer
In a country-western band
You look like a cowboy
With cattle to brand
You play the guitar
In a rock and roll band
With torn faded jeans
You’re in demand
You sing all alone
A man who’s now old
In a Las Vegas show
All tickets are sold
You don’t put out fires
No lives have you saved
And a few times
You haven't behaved
You sing for thousands
And never seem scared
Sharing your songs
That you’ve prepared
Are you really macho
You play the guitar
Singing your songs
The girls think you are
By, Randee Saber 7/17/06
