behind this guitar

i love the crowds, love the towns, love the way my life's gone down, the way it has, i get to sing and chase my dreams, but like they say with all good things, there's strings attached, don't get me wrong my life's a song, and you know me. i belong girl, where you are, but from time to time it feels like i'm, trapped and somehow stuck behind this guitar, behind this guitar, is just a boy who had a dream in his heart, behind this guitar, is just a guy who can't believe he got this far, when i was a kid and the other kids, were doin' what most kids did, well there i was, sitting on the edge of that twin bed, pickin' til my fingers bled, got in my blood, that's not to say i didn't fish or play, goof around and act my age, and be home by dark, but from 8 or 9 til right here tonight, you might say i pretty much grew up behind this guitar, behind this guitar, is just a boy who had a dream in his heart, behind this guitar, is just a guy who can't believe he got this far, well i've always said that i've been blessed, why me? is anybody's guess, well i don't know, but i'm well aware that the man upstairs, could've answered any other's prayers, and let mine go, but thanks to him, my family and friends, those who got me where i am, you know who you are, now with that in mind the truth is i'm, not the only one behind this guitar