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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 pickup 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

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 run-down bar they`d make last call and I`d never want to stop

`Cause 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 helluva lot like me

He`d played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he`d sing
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time

So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we`ve been and what we`d rather do
There`s a wealth of danger when you`re talking to strangers, and I meet them all the time
But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes

`Cause 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

Well, maybe I`ll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But tonight there ain`t nobody there waiting up for me at home
It`s a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you`re bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I`d found

`Cause 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
Like the star that he`d always 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 pickup 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

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 run-down bar they`d make last call and I`d never want to stop

`Cause 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 helluva lot like me

He`d played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he`d sing
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time

So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we`ve been and what we`d rather do
There`s a wealth of danger when you`re talking to strangers, and I meet them all the time
But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes

`Cause 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

Well, maybe I`ll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But tonight there ain`t nobody there waiting up for me at home
It`s a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you`re bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I`d found

`Cause 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
Like the star that he`d always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me

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