You see the Zogu guitar, my father gave it to me. I started playing in bars when I was just 13. Everywhere I've gone, music led me there. It's helped me get the girl, pay the rent, and make a hell of a lot of friends. If you have to ask me why, shows this living. It's something about a loud guitar that sets my heart on fire. Something about every loud I sing that it goes in my mind. I do believe that melody is wrapped around my soul. Because a guitar in a microphone is all I've ever known. Working 12 hours days, making money from an old tip jar. Blowing out my voice beats a nine to five by far. Drinking on the job, and everybody knows. The only boss I'll ever have is a spew to rock and roll. There's something about a loud guitar that sets my heart on fire. Something about every loud I sing that it goes in my mind. I do believe that melody is wrapped around my soul. Because a guitar in a microphone is all I've ever known. Because a guitar in a microphone is all I've ever known. Yeah, a guitar in a microphone is all I've ever known. Oh! I don't got a job with a desk in a big old city. If you still don't understand. Why I chose this living.