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Chasin' That Neon Rainbow
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Daddy won a radio, tuned it to a country show
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I was rockin' in the cradle, to the cryin' of a steel guitar
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Mama used to sing to me, taught me that sweet harmony
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Now she worries cause she never thought, I'd ever really take it this far
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Singin' in the bars
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CHORUS: Chasin' that neon rainbow, livin' that honky tonk dream
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All I've ever wanted, was to pick this guitar and sing
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Just tryin' to be somebody, just wanna be heard and seen
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Chasin' that neon rainbow, Livin' that honky tonk dream
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An atlas and a coffe cup, five pickers in an old Dodge truck
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Headin' down to Houston, for a show on Saturday night
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This overhead is killin' me, half the time I sing for free
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But when the crowd's into it, lord it makes this thing I'm doing seem alright
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Standin' in the spotlight
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Daddy's got a radio, he won it thirty years ago
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He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday"
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I made it up to Music Row, but lordy don't the wheels turn slow
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Still I wouldn't trade a minute, and I wouldn't have it any other way
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Just show me to the stage