| He bought a flat top, down at a pawn shop
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| Spent every weekend playing them bars
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| One night a big wheel came down from Nashville
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| Gave him a deal and he made him a star
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| He went from rags to riches
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| Farm to fame
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| From digging ditches, to carving out a name
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| Just stand in the spotlight, 'til the light go dim
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| Then its rags to riches, to rags again
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| He had some top tens, some billboard award wins
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| Out on the road, he had a couple good years
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| It was life in the fast lane, women and cocaine
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| Till his fifteen minutes had all disappeared
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| He went from rags to riches
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| Farm to fame
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| From digging ditches, till the whole world knows your name
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| Just stand in the spotlight, until the light go dim
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| Then its rags to riches, to rags again
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| Yea, everybody knows, that’s just the way it goes
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| A star is born, a star burns out
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| What goes up the charts must come down
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| He got his flat top, out of the pawn shop
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| I see his old car up and down music road
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| He tells his friends that, he’s planning a come back
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| Man, these days he just never know
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| He went from rags to riches
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| Farm to fame
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| From digging ditches, to the whole world knows your name
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| Just stand in the spotlight, until the light go dim
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| Then its rags to riches, it’s rages to riches, to rags again |