He was born in West Virginia a mountain in his yard, had a dream and then he it away. Ran to Tennessee, a guitar in his hand, signed a record deal and he had it made. Cut an album on "The Row" and they ran it up the charts, called him a and made him grow a beard. Went on an arena tour and did all the TV, got nominated for New of the Year.
He took the fast to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow down.
for the cameras flashing on his pearly whites, oh, the ladies thought he was the best. They in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em taking turns. He was relishing the of his success. on a private jet, he had a brand new XLII, rode in instead of yellow cabs. He never gave a thought to how much everything would cost. The label they'd put it on his tab.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow down.
When the single ran its course, the label the plug, all the and mirrors went away. Now he's just another sucker out looking for a gig, drinking in a bar on Broadway.
Now he's back in West with a mountain in his yard, how it all could go so wrong. He's almost out of money and his ego's getting and he thinks, "Maybe I should just try songs." Now an idea.
He took the track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the track to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow train down.