With dreams in his eyes
Just like any one of us
He walked in with his guitar
No glamour, no fuss.
His hair a shabby golden
He wore his cap the wrong way
They laughed and smirked at his profession
An unemployed farmer is all they found deserving to say.
Show us what you got they screamed
And obeying, he started to sing
Every word was real it seemed
And every note the crowned king.
Eyes widened as the masks fell off in shame
He stood proud and glorious
A standing ovation to his name
Oh yes, he's going to Las Vegas.
Just like any one of us
He walked in with his guitar
No glamour, no fuss.
His hair a shabby golden
He wore his cap the wrong way
They laughed and smirked at his profession
An unemployed farmer is all they found deserving to say.
Show us what you got they screamed
And obeying, he started to sing
Every word was real it seemed
And every note the crowned king.
Eyes widened as the masks fell off in shame
He stood proud and glorious
A standing ovation to his name
Oh yes, he's going to Las Vegas.
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