He's someone you might call a star

He's someone you might call a star

He's been an outlaw and a red headed stranger
And most everything else in between
A rebel and a cowboy, and he's done some time
Up on that big silver screen
And if you're not careful, one of his lyrics
Will weave its way all through your mind
He hates informing', but he loves performin'
He's damn sure one of a kind

He's one you might call a star
Playin' that old worn out gut string guitar
His music will move you, whoever you are
He's one you might call a star

He's rather hang out with players and pickers
Than a room full of high minded, high rollin' folks
He can drive his own bus, braid his own hair
He ever rolls his own smokes
He's been to Paris, and he's been to Munich
He's been to Athens and Rome
He's played and sung all over the world
But Texas will always be home

Repeat chorus, tag: last two lines



Credits
Writer(s): John Colgin
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