| Daddy won a radio
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| He tuned it to a country show
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| I was rocking in the cradle to the crying of a steel guitar
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| Mama used to sing to me
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| She taught me that sweet harmony
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| Now she worries cause she never thought
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| I’d really ever take it this far
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| Singin' in the bars
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| And chasin' that neon rainbow
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| Livin' that honky tonk dream
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| Cause all I’ve ever wanted
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| Is to pick this guitar and sing
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| It’s time to be somebody
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| Just wanna be heard and seen
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| I’m chasin' that neon rainbow
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| Livin' that honky tonk dream
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| An atlas and a coffee cup
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| Five pickers in an old Dodge truck
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| Headin' down to Houston for a show on Saturday night
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| This overhead is killing me
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| Half the time I sing for free
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| When the crowd’s into it, lord,
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| It makes this thing I’m doing seem right
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| Standing in the spotlight
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| Chasin' that neon rainbow
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| Livin' that honky tonk dream
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| Cause all I’ve ever wanted
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| Is to pick this guitar and sing
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| It’s time to be somebody
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| Wanna be heard and seen
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| I’m chasin' that neon rainbow
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| Livin' that honky tonk dream
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| Now daddy’s got a radio
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| He won it thirty years ago
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| He said; |
| son I just know
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| We’re gonna hear you singin' on it some day
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| I made it up to music row
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| Lordy, don’t the wheels turn slow
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| Still I wouldn’t trade a minute
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| Just show me to the stage
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| I’m chasin' that neon rainbow
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| I’m livin' that honky tonk dream
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| Cause all I’ve ever wanted
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| Is to pick this guitar and sing
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| It’s time to be somebody
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| Just wanna be heard and seen
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| I’m chasin' that neon rainbow
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| Livin' that honky tonk dream
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| Oh, I’m chasin' that neon rainbow
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| Livin' that honky tonk dream |