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...And though I miss Riff playing shows with me,
I can't say that his decision is wrong,
I'll take my best friend however I can,
I need him to stay healthy and strong.

As for me, I guess I have become
the land band member truly standing,
I still use the name, hired a support band,
and every year do three months of touring.

I've been married now for seventeen years,
in this business that's remarkably run,
and my three daughters do not go to sleep
worrying that I'll drink to much and be done.

Some younger bands do criticize me,
that I'm 'fake,' don't live the rock-star life,
how many of them will still do what they love
when they reach the age of forty-five.

How many of them will crack the top forty-five
each year going on twenty-five years?
How many won't make a mess of their lives?
How many of them won't even be here?

Tet I still get to play to a packed house,
make them scream, them put tears in their eyes,
knowing that words I thought up did this,
all of their joy is my natural high.

Hell, I'll still be here in twenty years,
bringing the people a grand revelry,
the greatness does not ever have to end
if you moderate the debauchery.

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