County Fair Rock Star

They don’t know my name in L.A.

But here I’m hotter than a deep-fried payday

Stage built outta two hay stacks

Mic smells like funnel cake and heart attacks

Got a band made of dropouts and moonshine

We sound like hell but the crowd don’t mind

Pyro’s just a sparkler in a beer can

But I still sign bras with a Sharpie hand

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I’m a county fair rock star, baby

Living loud and looking crazy

Corn dogs and crowd-surf queens

Pouring whiskey in slushy machines

Ain’t on TV, but I go hard

Hometown hero in a junkyard yard

Six-string sinner with a junky car

I’m your county fair rock star

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That Ferris wheel don’t spin past 10

But I’ll play ‘til they cut the power again

Security’s just my drunk old friend

Who lets me back in when I sneak out again

One light bulb and a busted amp

Sweatin’ bullets under canvas camp

She’s dancing like she’s born to sin

With a turkey leg and a devilish grin

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I’m a county fair rock star, baby

Living loud and looking shady

Punk kids with painted signs

Screaming my name in crooked lines

Not on the charts, but I leave scars

On hearts and porta-potties and broken guitars

From the barn to the beer tent bar

I’m your county fair rock star

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Someday they’ll pave this lot and build a Walmart

But I’ll still be here with my duct-taped heart

Singing to ghosts of the Tilt-a-Whirl

Still chasing dreams in a pigpen world

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I’m a county fair rock star, baby

Spinning straw into stage-light maybe

No limo rides, no private jets

Just cotton candy kisses and redneck bets

Ain’t got fame, but I got scars

And a crowd full of rebels beneath these stars

No mansion, just a trailer park

But I’m your county fair rock star