He was born in Virginia with a mountain in his yard, had a dream and he followed it away. Ran to Tennessee, carried a in his hand, signed a record and thought 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. on an arena tour and did all the late-night TV, got for New Artist of the Year.
He took the fast 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.
for the cameras flashing on his pearly whites, oh, the lovely thought he was the best. They waited in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em turns. He was the taste of his success. Flew on a jet, he had a brand new XLII, rode in instead of yellow cabs. He never gave a second to how much everything would cost. The label said put it on his tab.
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 looking for a slow train down.
the single ran its course, the label pulled the plug, all the and mirrors went away. Now he's just another sucker out looking for a gig, in a bar down on Broadway.
Now he's back in West Virginia with a 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 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 the fast track to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow train down.