He was in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard, had a dream and then he it away. Ran to Tennessee, carried a in his hand, signed a record deal and he had it made. Cut an on "The Row" and then they ran it up the charts, called him a and made him grow a beard. Went on an arena and did all the late-night TV, got nominated for New of the Year.
He the fast 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.
Smiling for the cameras 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 relishing the of his success. Flew on a private jet, he had a new XLII, rode in instead of yellow cabs. He gave a second thought to how much everything would cost. The label 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.
When the ran its course, the label pulled the plug, all the and mirrors went away. Now he's just sucker 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 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 he's for a slow train down.