[Verse 1]
He was a long tall stranger from way down south
Where he'd left his life behind
He had a big old Gibson and a pick-up truck
And Shenandoah eyes
And I remember him sitting in that local bar
Where I earned my pay each night
Singing my songs to empty chairs
And going home half tight
And so the nights rolled by like headlights
Shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his words of kindness close to me
Like a pick on my guitar
And we talked about the singers
And the songs we loved
And the songs we'd most forgot
In that rundown bar they'd make last call
And I'd never want to stop
[Chorus]
Because I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me
He was a long tall stranger from way down south
Where he'd left his life behind
He had a big old Gibson and a pick-up truck
And Shenandoah eyes
And I remember him sitting in that local bar
Where I earned my pay each night
Singing my songs to empty chairs
And going home half tight
And so the nights rolled by like headlights
Shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his words of kindness close to me
Like a pick on my guitar
And we talked about the singers
And the songs we loved
And the songs we'd most forgot
In that rundown bar they'd make last call
And I'd never want to stop
[Chorus]
Because I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me
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