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On the busy streets of Toronto I spent my younger days,
Hanging 'round them ol' country bars;
Half the time I couldn't even pay last month's rent,
Just drinkin' beer and playing my guitar.
It never ever crossed my mind about the years ahead,
I was satisfied to make it through the night;
Many times I couldn't find a place to lay my head,
And I'd wake up on the table in some bar.
That was long ago and far away from here,
As I go back through my memory, I remember how I started my career;
Even if I had the power, I wouldn't change a single thing I'd done,
Now every year I go back there and visit all the places it begun.
My life as a country singer keeps me many nights away from home,
I drive many thousand miles across our country all alone;
Like a trucker and his eighteen wheeler, the highway is my home,
With an arm around my ol' guitar I feel like a king on his throne.
But long ago and far away from here,
In my memory I can still remember how I started my career;
Even if I had the power, I wouldn't change a single thing I'd done,
Now every year I go back there and visit places where it all begun.
I can't wait to get back home to eat some good ol' sorrow one more time.
