He was born in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard, had a dream and then he followed it away. Ran to Tennessee, carried a guitar in his hand, He was born in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard, had a dream and then he followed it away. Ran to Tennessee, carried a guitar in his hand, signed a record deal and thought he had it made. Cut an album on "The Row" and then they ran it up the charts, called him a renegade and made him grow a beard. Went on an arena tour and did all the late-night TV, got nominated for New Artist of the Year.
He took the fast 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 train down.
Smiling for the cameras flashing on his pearly whites, oh, the lovely ladies thought he was the best. They waited in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em taking turns. He was relishing the taste of his success. Flew on a private jet, he had a brand new XLII, rode in limousines instead of yellow cabs. He never gave a second thought to how much everything would cost. The label said they’d put it on his tab.
He took the fast 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 train down.
When the single ran its course, the label pulled the plug, all the smoke and mirrors went away. Now he’s just another sucker out there looking for a gig, drinking in a bar down on Broadway.
Now he’s back in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard, wondering how it all could go so wrong. He’s almost out of money and his ego’s getting bruised and he thinks, “Maybe I should just try writing songs.” Now there’s an idea.
He took the fast 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 train down.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
