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Heard a story about a man
Way down south
Rock n’roll in his blood
cigarette in his mouth
The wood and the strings
became a part of his soul
They said he plays like fire
going out of control
Does small town shows
And sounds like a ringer
He’s your typical Hollywood
guitar gun slinger
Walks in the bar
Just to steal the show
And they walks out
With all your pride in tow
Hey, gonna be a big star someday
Driving down the highway
Back Home
No, nobody’s gonna steal that show
Because everybody knows
You’re coming back home
Ran into a girl in a western town
she invited me to drink
and said sit down
Gotta a story to tell
and it’s all me
I’m the best damn singer
that you’ll ever see
So mark my words
Remember my name
Well I got no pride
Cause I got not shame
I had nothing to start
so I got nothing to lose
Nothing to stop me from singing the blues
Hey, gonna be a big star someday
Driving down the highway
Back home
No, nobody’s gonna steal that show
Because everybody knows
You’re coming
Back home
SOLO
So mark my words
Remember my name
Well I got no pride
Cause I got not shame
I had nothing to start
so I got nothing to lose
Nothing to stop me from singing the blues
Hey, gonna be a big star someday
Driving down the highway
Back home
No, nobody’s gonna steal that show
Because everybody knows
You’re coming
Home
Yeah
Hey, gonna be a big star someday
Driving down the highway
Back home
No, nobody’s gonna steal that show
Because everybody knows
You’re coming
Back home
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