Drove out to california
Played for a dollar a day
To sing my songs while a few sang along
Was worth more than what I got paid

But I’ve got this crazy feeling
Everything’s gonna work out right
The odds are stacked, but I won’t look back
I’m not going down without a fight

I’d rather make a living
Just being myself
I’d rather make a living being myself
Than a killing being someone else

I could trade this guitar
For a tie wrapped around my neck
Grab a 401k, rent would never be late
I could cash my dreams for some check

Sometimes it ain’t clear where to go
Without a ladder to climb or a path to follow
But these dreams won’t let me go

I’d rather make a living
‘Cause you can’t call it living if you’re someone else