歌曲名 A Lot Like Me (Album Version) 歌手名 Mary Chapin Carpenter

作词：Mary Chapin Carpenter

作曲：Mary Chapin Carpenter

He was a long tall stranger

From way down south

Where he left his life behind

He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck

And Shenandoah eyes

And I remember him sitting in that local bar

Where I earned my pay each night

Singing my songs to empty chairs

And going home half tight

And so the nights rolled by like headlights

Shining on a lonesome strip of tar

I kept his words of kindness close to me

Like a pick on my guitar

And we talked about the singers

And the songs we loved

And the songs we most forgot

In that rundown bar they make last call

And I never want to stop

I was living on nothing

But a young girl dreams

With my cowboy boots and my old six string

Hitching my wagon to a star

Dreaming of leaving those local bars

When I get him up at closing time

For a couple of songs and a chance to shine

Like the star that he longed to be

He looked a Hell of a lot like me

Well he played a lot of places where

The only wages were his food

And beer for free

No fancy licks but he had him a gift

For the kinds of songs he sing

But you do what you can to be a satisfied man

Just to have your peace of mind

And so he gave it all up for a government job

Where the paychecks come on time

So now he comes to the bar

To hear me play guitar

And to share a drink or two

And we sit swapping tales of where

We been and what we rather do

Well there a wealth of dangers

When you talking to strangers

And I meet them all the time

But my heart knew better than my head

When I looked into those yes

I was living on nothing

But a young girl dreams

With my cowboy boots and my old six string

Hitching my wagon to a star

Dreaming of leaving those local bars

When I get him up at closing time

For a couple of songs and a chance to shine

Like the star that he longed to be

He looked a Hell of a lot like me

Well maybe I quit when I got me a kid

And a place to call my own

But tonight there ain nobody there

Waiting up for me at home

It a helluva way to live from day to day

Not knowing where you bound

But the look in his eyes made me realize

I was glad for the life I found

I was living on nothing

But a young girl dreams

With my cowboy boots and my old six string

Hitching my wagon to a star

Dreaming of leaving those local bars

When I get him up at closing time

For a couple of songs and a chance to shine

Like the star that he longed to be

He looked a Hell of a lot like me

Like the star that he always be

He looked a Hell of a lot like me