You know that feeling when a song just speaks to you on a whole different level? That’s exactly what happened when I revisited Merle Haggard’s “Footlights” the other day. It’s like he opened a window into his soul, sharing the raw and unfiltered emotions that come with life on the road.
“Footlights” isn’t just another country tune; it’s a heartfelt confession from Merle himself. He delves into the loneliness and weariness that often hides behind the glitz and glamour of performing. The way he sings about putting on a brave face for the audience—even when he’s feeling empty inside—just hits hard. It’s a powerful reminder that the people we admire often carry burdens we know nothing about.
What makes this song so special is its honesty. Released in 1979 on the album Serving 190 Proof, it marked a period where Merle was exploring more personal and introspective themes in his music. He strips away any pretense and lets us in on his struggles with identity, purpose, and the relentless cycle of touring. It’s both humbling and eye-opening.
Listening to “Footlights” feels like having a deep conversation with a close friend who’s finally letting their guard down. It’s a beautiful blend of melancholic melodies and poignant lyrics that resonate on so many levels. If you haven’t heard it yet—or it’s been a while—I can’t recommend it enough. It’s one of those songs that stays with you long after it ends, making you reflect not just on Merle’s journey but perhaps on your own path as well.
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Lyrics
I live the kinda life most men only dream of
I make my livin’ writin’ songs and singin’ them
But I’m forty-one years old and I ain’t got no place to go
When it’s over
So I hide my age and make the stage and
Try to kick the footlights out again.
I throw my old guitar across the stage and
Then my bassman takes the ball
And the crowd goes nearly wild to see
My guitar nearly fall
After twenty years of pickin’ we’re still alive
And kickin’ and kickin’ down the wall
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out
And walk away without a curtain call.
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again
And try to hide the mood we’re really in
Might not put on our old Instamatic grin
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again.
I live the kinda life most men only dream of
And I make my livin’ writin’ songs and singin’ them
But I’m fortysome years old and I ain’t got no place to go
When it’s over
So I hide my age and make the stage and
Try to kick the footlights out again…