Hidden Track

I never was a straight-laced, straight a student
Teacher’s pet or child prodigy
I wasn’t gonna get rich throwin’ a football
It’d take too long to get a law degree

So I sat down with momma and daddy
They tried to talk some sense into my thick head
But the best advice that I ever got
Was from my sister’s rock star boyfriend

Just get you a guitar and learn how to play
Cut up some jeans, come up with a name
When you’re living in a world that you don’t understand
Find a few good buddies, start a band
Start a band, start a band

And all those girls that were too cool to talk to,
They’ll be waiting in a line out back
Might get your picture in a hometown paper
Maybe buy your momma that cadillac

Just get you a guitar and learn how to play
Cut up some jeans, come up with a name
When you’re living in a world that you don’t understand
Find a few good buddies, start a band

Start a band, scrape up some money, buy a van
Learn free bird and ramblin’ man
Never buy another beer again

So get you a guitar and learn how to play
Grow out your hair, come up with a name
With a little bit of luck you’ll be packing the stands
Find a few good buddies, start a band

No need to study, start a band
Call up some buddies man, and start a band