Lyrics

LONG, LONG, LONG SHOT

It?s 2am in this two-bit dive
Singing away another Saturday night of his life
He?s got a broken D string on his guitar
A dollar forty seven in his tip jar, that?s alright
Paying his dues, got nothing to lose but a little sleep
Playing his tunes, keeping the beat beats counting sheep

Chorus
Just call him a long, long, long shot
Someday, some way, somebody?s gonna find the talent he?s got
Maybe he?ll end up on top of the world
Like Johnny and Hank, Waylon or Merle, maybe not
?Cause he?s a long, long , long shot

He had a red head girlfriend back in the day
Seven long years she came to every gig he ever played
She said, ?Get yourself a real job or I?m long gone.?
He said, ?Baby, hang on. It just takes one hit song. We?ll have it made.?
In the crowd tonight, who knows there might be, the head of RCA
And if he thinks I?m hot, he could sign me on the spot
I?d be on CMT the very next day

Chorus
Just call him a long, long, long shot
Someday, some way, somebody?s gonna find the talent he?s got
Maybe he?ll end up on top of the world
Like Johnny and Hank, Waylon or Merle, maybe not
?Cause he?s a long, long , long shot

Odds are ten thousand to one he ain?t gonna make it
But give him one little chance, and he?s gonna take it

Chorus
Just call him a long, long, long shot
Someday, some way, somebody?s gonna find the talent he?s got
Maybe he?ll end up on top of the heep
Like Faith and Tim, Reba or Keith, maybe not
?Cause he?s a long, long , long shot
Yeah, maybe not, ?cause he?s a long, long, long shot.