Pot Of Gold

Pot Of Gold
Flying down a Texas highway working hard both night and day
Everyone is goin’ the same way looking for a place to play
Lots of folks they like to hear us when the music plays for free
Not sure if they will support us paying rent’s reality
Writing songs to sing for supper how I love the open road
One day at a time we take it carrying our heavy load
Searching for the right connection many stories yet untold
Flying down a Texas highway searching for a pot of gold

The music business’s changed a whole lot since the last time I was here
Working full time on my music miss the old days that’s for sure
It’s the song that starts the process at least that’s what they all say
Very few can make a profit yes it just works out that way
Internet is full of places to capture every song you need
Downloads free from countless sources getting harder to compete
I been told so many times that my songs don’t fit the mold
Flying down a Texas highway searching for a pot of gold

I am free, spending my days writing songs for you
Can you feel the joy of life come shining thru?

Now I’m ready for a challenge anything to make life flow
Still have lots of years before me just how many I don’t know
So I’ll keep on playing music meeting new friends as I grow
If we all support each other who knows just how far we’ll go
Writing songs to sing for supper how I love the open road
One day at a time we take it carrying our heavy load
Searching for the right connection many stories yet untold
Flying down a Texas highway searching for a pot of gold