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 deal and he had it made. Cut an album on "The Row" and then ran it up the charts, called him a and made him grow a beard. Went on an 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 track to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow train down.
Smiling for the flashing on his pearly whites, oh, the lovely 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 limousines of yellow cabs. He never gave a second thought to how much everything cost. The said they'd 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 he's for a slow train down.
the single ran its course, the label pulled the plug, all the smoke and went away. Now he's just another out there looking for a gig, in a bar down on Broadway.
Now he's back in Virginia with a mountain in his yard, how it all could go so wrong. He's almost out of money and his getting bruised and he thinks, "Maybe I should just try songs." Now an idea.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the track to the tip-top. He took the fast to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow train down.