I met a girl in a bar in Virginia writing poetry
Making art from all the things that she sees
She said she never went to college, and didn't think she'd make it big
Touring around the country on a string of coffeehouse gigs
She said it's a hard road
Living by your own rules
But ain't it cool
To do what you want to do?
My uncle Tyler worked on Wall Street for a large accounting firm
But he got tired of living life on someone else's terms
Now he owns his own restaurant, lives in the suburbs, walks his kids to school
And he sees his wife a lot
He said it's a hard road
Living by your own rules
But ain't it cool
To do what you want to do?
Not cut out to be a doctor or a lawyer, I'll just play guitar
And sing for my supper in a small town bar
I'll always wonder, if I'd walked the beaten path, what I could have been
But for right now you know I wouldn't change a thing
Cause it's a hard road
Living by your own rules
But ain't it cool
To do what you wanna do now?
I said it's a hard road
Living by your own rules
But ain't it cool
To do what you want to do?