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Faded jaded fallin' cowboy star
Pawnshops itchin for his old guitar
Where's he goin' ain't nobody knows
The sequins have fallen from his clothes

Once he heard the Opry crowd applaude
Now he's hangin' out at 4th and Broad
On a rain wet sidewalk rememberin' the time
When coffee with a friend was still a dime

But everything's been sold American
His early times is finished and the want ad's all are read
Everyone's been sold American
Been dreamin' dreams in a roll-a-way bed

Writin' down his memoirs on some window in the frost
Roulette eyes reflectin' another morn of loss
Got hauled in by the metro for killin' time and pain
With the singin' brakemen screamin' through his veins

And everything's been sold American
The lonely night is mourning for the death it never dies
Everyone's been sold American
Don't let me catch you laughin' when the jukebox cries
( guitar - dobro ) Well he told me that he was born so much higher than life
But I seen the pictures of his children and his wife
Found him fumblin' through his wallet tryin' to find his name
It's almost like he raised the price of fame

Everything's been sold American
No place to go and brother no place to stay
Everyone's been sold American
Well heaven's golden greyhound drove his soul away

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