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