The battered bus pulls into one
more nameless little town
since he laid his body down
Silently he wonders if it's
Twenty towns in only thirty days
The jug of last night's coffee
The mirror must be lying,
does he really look that old?
There's a pint of vodka somewhere,
just to make it all alright
And the king of country music
He's the king of country music,
The make -up and the armor lie,
And the screamin' fans acknowledge
He's the king of country music
And he's back out on the road
How much on can the old bones bear
His kids don't dig his music
Now the answer's solid rock
That was the year his wedding band
and gui tar were both new
He puts the vodka bottle down
cause it hurts when he gets tired
And the king of country music
He's the king of country music
And a -tappin' on his door
Outside the nameless faces
And the screamin' fans acknowledge
He's the king of country music
He's the king of country music
When he steps out on the stage
The make -up and the outlines
And the screamin' fans acknowledge
He's the king of country music
Yes, he's the king of country music
Yes, he's the king of country music
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