Fast Track - Corey Smith

He was born in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard

Had a dream and then he followed it away

Ran to Tennessee, carried a guitar in his hand

Signed a record deal and thought he had it made

Cut an album on «The Row» and then they ran it up the charts

Called him a renegade and made him grow a beard

Went on an arena tour and did all the late-night TV

Got nominated for New Artist of the Year

He took the fast track to the tip-top.

He took the fast track to the tip-top

He took the fast track to the tip-top.

Now he’s looking for a slow train down

Smiling for the cameras flashing on his pearly whites

Oh, the lovely ladies thought he was the best

They waited in a line.

Oh yeah, he had 'em taking turns

He was relishing the taste of his success

Flew on a private jet, he had a brand new XLII

Rode in limousines instead of yellow cabs

He never gave a second thought to how much everything would cost

The label said they’d put it on his tab

He took the fast track to the tip-top.

He took the fast track to the tip-top

He took the fast track to the tip-top.

Now he’s looking for a slow train down

When the single ran its course, the label pulled the plug

All the smoke and mirrors went away

Now he’s just another sucker out there looking for a gig

Drinking in a bar down on Broadway

Now he’s back in West Virginia with a mountain in his yard

Wondering how it all could go so wrong

He’s almost out of money and his ego’s getting bruised

And he thinks, «Maybe I should just try writing songs.»

Now there’s an idea

He took the fast track to the tip-top.

He took the fast track to the tip-top

He took the fast track to the tip-top.

Now he’s looking for a slow train down