Daddy used to play guitar and sing in the country band
Going on the road he'd take my mama and me
I grew up in a world of neon lights and one-night stands
I've been through a hundred towns by the time I was three
I can see him now in his high-heeled boots, battered old guitar
Driving his beat-up forty-nine Chevrolet
And when mama got tired of spending her life in hotel rooms and bars
Daddy just kind of kissed her cheek and this is what he'd say
I want to be a country singer, I want to make the people cry
To sing those sad sweet country songs brings a tear to your eye
I want to be a country singer, make them want to sing along
And when they hear my down-home melodies, stories about a love gone wrong
I get so tired of one-night stands, honky-tonks and bars
And the homes along the hotel room each night
Until I step up on the stage with my daddy's old guitar
I close my eyes and start to play and everything's alright
I want to be a country singer, I want to make the people cry
To sing those sad sweet country songs brings a tear to your eye
I want to be a country singer, make them want to sing along
And when they hear my down-home melodies, stories about a love gone wrong
I learned the words when I was five and six I knew the melody
Took my daddy's guitar and taught myself to play
By the time I was seven I knew just what I would be
And my daddy couldn't help but smile whenever he'd hear me say
I want to be a country singer, I want to make the people cry
To sing those sad sweet country songs brings a tear to your eye
I want to be a country singer, make them want to sing along
And when they hear my down-home melodies, stories about a love gone wrong
I want to be a country singer, I want to make the people cry
To sing those sad sweet country songs brings a tear to your eye
I want to be a country singer, make them want to sing along
And when they hear my down-home melodies, stories about a love gone wrong