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I knew an old man who didn’t care too much for the glare of the city lights
He said a good-hearted woman and a good guitar is all that you need in life
He sang me songs about the land and the eagle up in the sky
He said I’m proud, I’m American, and I’ll be one till I die

See all he wanted to be was just a country star
Playing tunes and singing songs in all the cowboy bars.

He wore a big five-gallon hat and a pair of overalls
He could touch you with his smile, without saying anything at all
He told me about Opryland, a place he always wanted to be
He said that there’s a heaven on earth and it’s up there in Tennessee.

See all he wanted to be was just a country star
Playing tunes and singing songs in all the cowboy bars.

But his life was fast, his work was hard, his dreams had passed him by
Like a full moon at midnight above a cloudy sky.
So he retired outside a town, up in the Georgia hills
Drinking moonshine whisky and singing to his still.

And down in the smoky old barroom where you hear the guitars play
I heard that old man, tell his son, you’ll be in Opryland someday
See all the son wants to be is just a country star
Playing tunes and singing songs in all the cowboy bars.