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. Went on an arena tour and did all the TV, got nominated for New of the Year.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He 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 limousines instead of cabs. He never gave a second thought to how much would cost. The label 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.
the single ran its course, the label pulled the plug, all the smoke and mirrors away. Now he's just another out there looking for a gig, in a bar down 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 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 to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow train down.