I headed out to Nasheville, couldn't wait to turn 18
I took a swing for the fence but landed somewhere in between
I never made the majors but I still play the game
Every concert ticket I buy brings about more pain
I work the bars and weddings, nearly everyday
Doing nails at a beauty salon, just to make my pay
I am my story, would you take a second look
You put me in your chapter, just to sell your book
You sing my songs, to increase your fame
Every time your record plays, it just erases my name
I sell my soul, pieces at a time
I've got bills to pay or I'd keep them all as mine
verse 2
In my high school yearbook they wrote most likely to succeed
6 months of rent saved, I moved out to Tennessee
From living room to radio is harder than it seems
Countless demo tracks I've sent and they're yet to discover me
I finally sold my songs just to make ends meet
I can't go back to Greenville without admitting the defeat.
I am my story, would you take a second look
You put me in your chapter, just to sell your book
You sing my songs, to increase your fame
Every time your record plays, it just erases my name
I sell my soul, pieces at a time
I've got bills to pay or I'd keep them all as mine