County Fair Rock Star

[Verse 1]
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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[Chorus]
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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[Verse 2]
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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[Chorus]
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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[Bridge – slow and epic, then builds]
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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[Final Chorus – crank it up]
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

A gritty rock song with swagger and seduction, featuring gritty male vocals, dirty guitar riffs, male