Story Behind The Song

I do karaoke just anyone does--but sometimes I see people who really take it as a serious thing. They dress and look the part--and sometimes sound the part too.

Lyrics

I can't wait til five to punch that old timeclock.
I go home--grab a bite--then walk on down the block.
I got my jeans--Tommy Boots-and long leather jacket,
My cowboy hat and a silver chain for my pocket.

I truck on down to my favorite little spot.
Where the beer is icy cold and the girls are nice and hot.
Joining up Toby, Brad and Kieth,
The we scope the joint looking for a seat.
CHORUS

I don't need to be an American Idol or even a Nashville Star.
I'm as popular as I need to beright here in my favorite bar.
Nobody really kows my name, or what I do in the day.
I'm livin' a dream-if only at night-that's the American way.
I just like to stand up and give the folks some joy,
I'm famous---I'm a Karaoke Cowboy.

We find them down beside the wooden dance floor,
Just in case there's trouble we're only two steps from the door.
Finally they call my name--it's time for for folks to enjoy.
My singin' and my dancin'--I'm a Karaoke Cowboy.

The girls--man they listen as I sing for a while,
I see a special lady and throw her a wave and a smile.
During the day I'm at Walmart--straightening all the toys.
But at night--I'm a star--I'm a Karaoke Cowboy
REPEAT CHORUS
finish with ----I'm a Karaoke Cowboy--