Lyrics

He was born behind the concert stage
That's where the legends are made
His momma sang the blues
When his daddy went away
Chasing rock and roll
Chasing stars
He would never return
The only memory of Christmas was a note left under the door
Instead of playing with toys he played guitars
Instead of playing outside he played in the bars
They said "you're music is really great, you're destined to be a star!"
And so he packed his bag
And grabbed his suitcase
And said goodbye
His momma cried the blues when her son went away

He tried not to follow in his old man's footsteps
But destiny keeps getting in the way

So he plays his

Six strings
Five songs
Four chords
Three verses
Two dollars in a plastic cup
On his old man's guitar

Six strings
Five songs
Four chords
Three verses
Two dollars in a plastic cup
On his old man's guitar

Now he's a slave of the road
And he still hasn't written his hit yet
Takes pills to stay awake
Now he lost his contract
Writers block gets in the way
Now his girlfriend's pregnant
So he stands on the corner
And plays

Six strings
Five songs
Four chords
Three verses
Two dollars in a plastic cup
On his old man's guitar

Six strings
Five songs
Four chords
Three verses
Two dollars in a plastic cup
On his old man's guitar

Six strings...
Six strings...
Six strings...
Six strings...