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