| Well, the whole town listened to the radio
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| For the Smiling Bill McCall Show
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| Everyone in Nashville
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| Was listenin' to Bill
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| I don’t want to be layin' in bed
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| When they pronounce me dead
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| He’d stand and breathe in the microphone
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| With his guitar hangin' to his knee bone
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| All the girls just sat and dreamed
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| When Bill began his sing
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| I don’t want my hat to be hung
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| When my last song is sung
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| But he never let fame go to his head
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| «This is Smiling Bill McCall», he said
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| «Gonna pick and sing a song or two
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| You all listen till I’m through»
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| And if you’re at the house or in your car
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| Tune in this time tomorrow
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| To all the boys he was a big hero
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| They’d glue their ears to the radio
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| Then talkin' a most unusual drawl
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| Imitatin' Bill McCall
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| Daddy, can I get me a guitar
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| 'Cause I want to be a star
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| The girls would say of Bill McCall
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| Why I bet he’s over six feet tall
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| Handsomest man in Nashville
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| They said of Smiling Bill
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| He won’t be plantin' potato slips
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| When he cashes in his chips
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| Then one day Bill didn’t make the show
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| Didn’t even show up for a week or so
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| The station’s boss said to city hall
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| «Find Smiling Bill McCall»
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| It won’t be hard to track him down
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| He’s got the biggest feet in town
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| Well, there’s a creek that runs through Nashville
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| And on the bank they found Smiling Bill
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| He’s committin' suicide
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| But they grabbed him before he tried
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| «Turn me loose, I want to jump», he screamed
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| «'Cause I can’t stand that theme»
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| Let this be my final breath
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| 'Cause I’m scared to half to death"
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| The big brave Smiling Bill McCall
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| Is only four feet tall
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| I’d rather be in the river dead
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| Than to hear 'em laughin' at my bald head |