(Curly Putman - Ron Hellard - Bucky Jones)      They all reach to touch him   As he walks out on the stage   They came to see the legend   And to hear the legend sing.      While the men sit there applauding   Ladies love him with their eyes   And he looks just like a legend should   Up there in all those lights.      But they don’t know after the show   How fast the legend fades   How he reaches for the bottle   When guitars are put away.      And the photograph of the love he had   Fills his trembling hand   There’s a lonely world of difference   Between the legend and the man.      --- Instrumental ---      He’s won all the shiny statues   All the records pressed in gold   But he lost what really matters   What he really wanted most.      And tonight in some big city.   Lord, he’ll drive the crowd insane   They’ll feel the pleasure of his songs   But they won’t feel his pain.      'Cause they don’t know after the show   How fast the legend fades   How he reaches for the bottle   When guitars are put away.      And the photograph of the love he had   Fills his trembling hand   There’s a lonely world of difference   Between the legend and the man.      There’s a lonely world of difference   Between the legend and the man...