| He wasn’t lookin' for fanfare or fame | 
| But it all came around just the same. | 
| He then met a girl with desire in her eye, | 
| He gave her love, she took his name. | 
| The times they were good, the times they were bad, | 
| Most times it was just in between. | 
| The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had, | 
| She put on display for all to be seen. | 
| Some find their solace in work or the lord, | 
| She was quite content in her dream. | 
| When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light, | 
| He found comfort in the bottle of Ol' Jimmy Beam. | 
| One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole, | 
| He reached out for something to feel. | 
| She offered back nothin' but lack of respect | 
| So he left himself out with two barrels of steel. | 
| She cried in the day, she cried in the night. | 
| She cried loudest when someone was near. | 
| Whether crying for him or she cried for herself, | 
| The bigger the camera, the bigger the tear. | 
| Most folks agree that she was living a hell | 
| And publicly she showed her pain. | 
| And never once was there a thought for herself, | 
| And the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame. | 
| Now on the coattails of a dead man she’ll ride | 
| On the coattails of a dead man she’ll ride. | 
| On the coattails of a dead man she’ll ride she’ll ride, | 
| On the coattails of a dead man she’ll ride she’ll ride high. |