F# Dad sold every record he ever owned G#m Floyd and Zeppelin, Beatles, Stones B F# A lifetime of music gone, just to get me through F# Mama always had her second job G#m Gone with the sun 'til six o'clock B F# Whatever it took to get by, she was gonna do G#m B Didn't dawn on me back then, but now I see G#m B Without them, I wouldn't be me Chorus: B F# When I'm up here on this stage B F# B F# The spotlight's on my face, but I see you B F# Sure it's me behind this mic stand B F# (And) It's me strummin' this Gibson B F# C# (And) It's me they love to give the credit to B C# F# But me don't mean a thing, without you You make sacrifices every night and day Never hear the crowd scream your name But there’s a smile and a hand to hold when the show is through I’d give it all up just to keep your love But you wouldn’t let me because you care too much About watching me watch my dreams all come true Chorus You worked overtime to buy those tickets The gas, the beer and the babysitters Just to spend one night with your baby at a country show Paid twenty damn dollars for a place to park Got in line early to grab your spot So you deserve every word, every line of your favorite tune Chorus: When I’m up here on this stage The spotlight’s on my face But I see you Sure it’s me behind this mic stand It’s me strumming this Gibson It’s me they love to give the credit to I’m just trying to give the credit where credit’s due Because me don’t mean a thing without you Without you | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# F# G#m B |