From the recording Home Town


I go out on the weekends to play my guitar
You see I'm driven to play all these small country bars
And I know that you know that I won't go far
'Cause I'm so content to be your local star

Verse 1
Well it brings me great pleasure when I hear you sing
It confirms the truth money don't mean a thing
And when this bar fills up with your harmony
We all become one with my melody


Verse 2
The smiles on your faces make it so clear
Why the Old Boy up there done sent me down here
He said, "Hey, Buddy, for you I've got one simple goal
"Go out there on the weekends and ignite their souls."


Verse 3
The handshakes and kisses and the hugs mean so much
Ain't it funny how our stress disappears when we touch
And of all the things in life that I've learned to do
The best one of all is to share songs with you

Chorus Twice

©1993 Frank Meyer