Letras
(One, two, one, two, three)
Used to hear my old man playin' all them old records
Waylon and Willie and The Man in Black
Told mama I was gonna be a guitar slinger
Mama said "No son of mine is gonna do that"
All the girls wanna touch you
Wanna kiss and corrupt you
And the crowd, man, they love you
That's a lot to live up to
Yes, it is
I practiced that guitar 'til my fingers were bleedin'
Got a little taste of big time at a talent show
My cousin played bass and his buddy was a drummer
And the next thing you know, we was burnin' up the road
Where the girls wanna touch you
Wanna kiss and corrupt you
And the crowd, man, they love you
That's a lot to live up to
Woo
Yeah, right
Yeah, livin' honky tonk history
Singin' Williams and Whitley
Bustin' out of them old boots
That's a lot to live up to
Yeah
I want some hillbilly money burnin' holes in my britches
So I can buy my mom and daddy matchin' Cadillacs
I remember that time that Travis Tritt told me
"Son, when you're ridin' in a bus with your name on the back"
All the girls wanna touch you
Wanna kiss and corrupt you
And the crowd, man, they love you
That's a lot to live up to
That's a lot to live up to
That's a lot to live up to
Oh, yeah
Come on
Woo-hoo
Oh, yeah
Hey
Say, Travis, you got any words of advice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah