He was born in Virginia with a mountain in his yard, had a and then he followed it away. Ran to Tennessee, a guitar in his hand, signed a deal and thought he had it made. Cut an album on "The Row" and then ran it up the charts, called him a renegade and him grow a beard. on an arena tour and did all the late-night TV, got nominated for New of the Year.
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 looking for a slow train down.
Smiling for the flashing on his pearly whites, oh, the lovely thought he was the best. waited in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em taking turns. He was the taste of his success. Flew on a private jet, he had a new XLII, rode in instead of yellow cabs. He never gave a second to how much everything would cost. The said they'd put it on his tab.
He took the track 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.
the single ran its course, the label pulled the plug, all the and mirrors went away. Now he's another sucker out there looking for a gig, drinking in a bar on Broadway.
Now he's in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard, wondering how it all go so wrong. almost out of money and his ego's getting bruised and he thinks, "Maybe I just try writing songs." Now an idea.
He took the track 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.