Fast Track
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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 it's 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.---Lyrics submitted by Samantha.
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