Songtexte To Do What I Do - Rory Feek

I′ve been a waiter, a roofer, a clerk
I've shoveled manure
Until my pride hurt.
When you′re starting out, it's all part of the work
To do what I do.
Now, I've been evicted for not making rent.
Made my daddy wonder where my good sense went.
For the price of a dream, my years have been spent
To do what I do.
To sit here tonight
With a six-string guitar
And be what I′ve always been in my heart,
Just for the chance to play you my song
And the thrill when I hear you singing along
Has been worth everything I′ve been through
To do what I do.
Now, I've played for empty tables and chairs,
To drunks who won′t listen
And crowds that don't care.
I′ve been told countless times,
"Boy, you ain't going nowhere,"
To do what I do.
And I hope the critics and the skeptics alike
All bought a ticket to this show tonight.
′Cause they'll see firsthand that I have survived
And what doesn't kill you makes you more alive.
And I′m one of the fortunate few
To do what I do.
Now, there′s so much joy this music can bring,
So I count my blessings when I step up to sing.
'Cause there′s so many people who'd give anything
To do what I do.
And we thank all of you.
We can do...
We can do what we do.
Hmm.
End.