| Driving through town in his pickup truck
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| Sipping on beer with his sleeves rolled up
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| He’s a rising star
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| Comes from the hill where the cold wind blows
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| Down in the hollow where the red fern grows
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| And he’s gonna go far
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| He’s a rising star
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| First came to town back in '95
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| Now he’s doing what he can to keep the dream alive
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| He plays a mean guitar
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| He got jerked around, he got wined and dined
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| But he never got a deal and he never got signed
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| But he ain’t done trying
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| He’s a rising star
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| Fishing with a fishing pole
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| Swimming in a swimming hole
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| Shooting up a twelve point
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| Firing up a fat joint
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| Rocking in a rocking chair
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| Dancing at the county fair
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| Beating up a city punk
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| Drinking in a honky tonk bar
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| He’s a rising star
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| Saw Keith Urban in a button up place
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| Tried to talk to him, got punched in the face
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| He turned the other cheek
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| He’s getting on in years
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| But it ain’t dark yet
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| He’s going as far as he can get
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| And he’s bound to go far
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| He’s a rising star
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| Hanging out at Blackbird
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| Polishing a chrome turd
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| Looking for a country song
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| Man, its been so long
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| Staying on the hip scene
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| Riding in a limousine
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| Eating finger-licking grub
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| Down at the country club
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| Everyone knows who you are
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| You’re a rising star
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| Driving through town in his pickup truck
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| Sipping on beer with his sleeves rolled up
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| He’s a rising star |