Pulled in the parking lot an
You were packing up amps,
you were winding up cables
I remember the bartender putting
I put out my hand and said hello
Still you were having fun
And you knew it seemed kind of funny
But it was all for the music
And the show wasn't for the money
but don't forsake the past
You can play the blues, folk songs,
Sing in a choir, try to satisfy your soul
And it works, yeah it works,
Oh it works, yeah it works,
Now you smile and tell the crowd
Could be ten thousand or two hundred,
it doesn't know your real name
You sleep alright and you
don't sell your soul for fame
You just work, and it works,
Yeah it works, yeah it works,
Pete's sake, keep on workin'
You gotta keep your hand in love
