| 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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| 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 |