He was born in West with a mountain in his yard, had a dream and he followed it away. Ran to Tennessee, a guitar in his hand, signed a deal and thought he had it made. Cut an on "The Row" and then they ran it up the charts, called him a and made him grow a beard. Went on an arena and did all the late-night TV, got for New Artist of the Year.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He 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 lovely ladies he was the best. waited 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 limousines of yellow cabs. He never gave a second thought to how much would cost. The said they'd put it on his tab.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he's for a slow train down.
When the single ran its course, the label the plug, all the and mirrors went away. Now he's another sucker out there looking for a gig, in a bar down on Broadway.
Now back in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard, wondering how it all go so wrong. He's out of money and his ego's getting bruised and he thinks, "Maybe I should just try songs." Now an idea.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now he's for a slow train down.