He was born in West Virginia with a 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 on "The Row" and then they ran it up the charts, called him a renegade and made him a beard. Went on an arena tour and did all the TV, got for New Artist of the Year.
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.
for the cameras flashing on his pearly whites, oh, the lovely ladies he was the best. They waited in a line. Oh yeah, he had 'em turns. He was relishing the of his success. on a private jet, he had a brand new XLII, rode in instead of yellow cabs. He gave a second thought to how much everything would cost. The said they'd put it on his tab.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the track to the tip-top. He the fast track to the tip-top. Now he's looking for a slow train down.
When the ran its course, the label pulled the plug, all the smoke and went away. Now he's just another sucker out looking for a gig, drinking in a bar on Broadway.
Now he's in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard, how it all could go so wrong. He's almost out of and his ego's getting bruised and he thinks, "Maybe I just try writing songs." Now an idea.
He took the fast track to the tip-top. He took the fast to the tip-top. He took the fast track to the tip-top. Now looking for a slow train down.