Lletres: Mark Wills. Live At Billy Bob's Texas. Singer In The Band.

I?ll be glad to sign my autograph
If you want me to
God knows I love singin?
It?s what I was born to do
You see me up there center state
In the spotlight for a while
But in the things that really matter
I?m just sittin? on the aisle

?Cause I?ve seen a third grade angel
With dark circles ?neath her eyes
Not a trace of hair left on her head
Saying, ?Daddy, please don?t cry.?
A single mom working overtime
A college kid readin? to the blind
When you look for heroes, know that
I?m just a singer in a band

I?m thankful to be living in
This childhood dream come true
But sometimes the attention
Just leaves me confused
Yeah, I love my t-shirt on those kids
My name there up in lights
But when the show is done, and I?m on the bus
Ridin? through the night

I think of New York City
And those firemen and cops
Who ran in and laid down their lives
Because it was their job
The soldier in a field of mines
With each step he lays it on the line
When you look for heroes, know that
I?m just a singer in a band

I?m humbled when you take the time
To hear my life in verse and rhyme
But when it comes to heroes, know that
I?m just a singer in a band
I?m a singer in a band

I?ll be glad to sign my autograph
If you want me to
God knows I love singin?
It?s what I was born to do