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Lyricist: Alan Jackson
Lyrics:
Daddy won a radio, he tuned it to a country show I was rocking in the cradle to the crying of a steel guitar Mama used to sing to me, she taught me that sweet harmony Now she worries 'cause she never thought I'd ever really take it this far Singing in the bars
And chasing that neon rainbow, living that honky-tonk dream 'Cause all I've ever wanted is to pick this guitar and sing Just trying to be somebody, just wanna be heard and seen I'm chasing that neon rainbow, living that honky-tonk dream
An atlas and a coffee cup, five pickers in an old Dodge truck Heading down to Houston for a show on Saturday night This overhead is killing me, half the time I sing for free When the crowd's into it, lord, it makes this thing I'm doing seem right Standing in the spotlight
And chasing that neon rainbow, I'm-a living that honky-tonk dream 'Cause all I've ever wanted is to pick this guitar and sing Just trying to be somebody, just wanna be heard and seen I'm chasing that neon rainbow, living that honky-tonk dream
Daddy's got a radio, he won it thirty years ago He said, 'Son, I just know we're going to hear you singing on it someday' I made it up to Music Row, but lordy, don't the wheels turn slow Still I wouldn't trade a minute and I wouldn't have it any other way Just show me to the stage
I'm chasing that neon rainbow, I'm-a living that honky-tonk dream 'Cause all I've ever wanted is to pick this guitar and sing Just trying to be somebody, just wanna be heard and seen I'm chasing that neon rainbow, living that honky-tonk dream
Oh, I'm chasing that neon rainbow, living that honky-tonk dream
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