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Faded jaded fallen cowboy star |
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Pawn shops itching for your old guitar |
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Where you've gone, it ain't nobody knows |
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The sequins have fallen from your clothes |
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Once you heard the Opry crowd applaud |
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Now you're hanging out at 4th and Broad |
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On the rain wet sidewalk, remembering the time |
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When coffee with a friend was still a dime |
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[Chorus:] |
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Everything's been sold American |
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The early times are finished and the want ads are all read |
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Everyone's been sold American |
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Been dreaming dreams in a rollaway bed |
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Writing down your memoirs on some window in the frost |
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Roulette eyes reflecting another morning lost |
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Hauled in by the metro for killing time and pain |
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With a singing brakeman screaming through your veins |
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You told me you were born so much higher than life |
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I saw the faded pictures of your children and your wife |
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Now they're fumbling through your wallet & they're trying to find your name |
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It's almost like they raised the price of fame |
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[Chorus 2x] |
