He stands tall in his handmade boots
Pretty little girls all around
Black was the shade of his nudie suit
And when he sang there was not a sound
From state line to Mobile he entertained the crowds
Everybody there knew his name
His climb had started but the road gets harder
When you`re closing in on fame
Bright lights shine and the crowd goes wild
The show won`t start `til y`all calm down
One pretty little girl stands all alone
And when she cried there was not a sound
For just three days in New Orleans she never left his side
That girl became a woman with her very first man
But to her only lover she was just like all the others
`Til she stood there with that gun in her hand
A shot rang out and the crowd goes wild
A shot rang out and the crowd goes wild
The crowd goes wild
The crowd goes wild
The crowd goes wild
The crowd goes wild