Song Description
MAN COMES TO GRIPS WITH (WHAT HE FEELS IS) A WASTED LIFE
| Song Length |
3:57 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits |
Subject |
Change |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
29 Lincolns copyright 2007
I had 29 Lincolns, in my left hand,
I been savin' all month, I told that dime-store man
Then he smiled as he said, boy, what'll it be,
I said the red one looks nice, Yeah, that's the one for me
I took that old paper kite, to a hill outside of town,
watched it float around all day, thought it'd never come down
Then I said to myself , so this is what it's like,
this is real life. . . .
this is real life. . . .
Drove that '59 Lincoln, made me feel like a man.
the rag-top was black, and the leather was tan,
And we'd cruise thru town, to that same old hill,
Watch the stars float by, hold each other's hands
and she'd smile when I'd say , so this is what it's like,
this is re-al life. . . .
CHORUS
So I took that job, to pay them bills,
Now it's the finer schools , designer wheels
Some how it don't feel right, I'd trade it all
For just one day like it used to be
Lead Break
Second Chorus
So I quit that job, I lost those ties
I held her in my arms, and kissed her twice,
Saw that smile again, deep in her eyes as she said
This is more like a real life.
Then I took my boy, to that same dime-store,
Paid $4.29, it's worth 10 million more
For a plastic kite, that flew like a bird,
on that same old hill, in that same old wind
And I smiled heard him say, so this is what it's like,
This is real life
This is real life