Il testo della What i do

Alan Jackson

I've been a waiter, a roofer, a clerk
I've shoveled manure till my pride hurt.
When you're starting out, it's all part of the work
To do what i do.
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.

So i stand here tonight with this six string guitar
To be something i've always been in my heart.
Just for the chance to play you my song
The thrill when i hear you singing along.
It's been worth everything i've been through
To do what i do.

I've played for empty tables and chairs
The drunks that don't listen, the crowds that dont care.
Been told countless times boy you ain't goin' nowhere
To do what i do.

So i hope the critics and skeptics alike
All bought a ticket to this show tonight.
And 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.

There's so much joy this music can bring
So i count my blessings when i step up to sing.
Cause they're so many people who would give anything
To do what i do.

And i thank you......
I can do what i do!