| I’ve been-- chasin’the big wheels
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| All over Nashville
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| Waitin’for my big break to come
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| Livin’on ketchup soup, homemade
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| Crackers and KoolAid
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| I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
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| I’m a Nashville bum
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| I look good in cowboy clothes
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| And I sing through my nose
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| Webb said «That's the way to get 'er done»
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| I smoke good old PA
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| Like the Opry stars, they say
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| I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
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| I’m a Nashville bum
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| A7 / / / D / / / 2 / /
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| Well, a friend of a friend of mine
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| Is a friend of art divines
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| And he finally got me on the Opry show
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| I walked out like a star
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| Tripped and busted my guitar
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| I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
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| I’m a Nashville bum
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| Well now, here’s a song I wrote
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| By myself, note for note
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| With a lot of help, if I make Number One
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| You can change a word or two
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| And I’ll give half of it to you
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| I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
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| I’m a Nashville bum
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| Yes, I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
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| I’m a Nashville bum |