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Backstory:

Just a fun little song about a local star who never reached his full potential                                                                                                      

Lyrics:

                                                  
V1
The spark has left his eyes 
His vocal chords are strained 
His star was on the rise
Before he turned eighteen 

He was wild and uncontrolled 
Pretty things caught his eye
Now at 55 years old
He's serenading bar flies 

Chorus 
His knuckles are swollen  
from too many fights 
Some say he'd stolen 
too many wives 

He was once compared to Elvis 
they even looked alike 
But The King would never smell of 
cheap wine and bar flies 

V2
Coming from a small town 
Should've left with his guitar 
Should've been Nashville bound
Just couldn't stay out them bars 

His reputation was well known 
They even called him Hound Dog
But now when he gets them home 
He simply dozes off 

Chorus
His knuckles are swollen  
from too many fights 
Some say he'd stolen 
too many wives 

He was once compared to Elvis 
they even looked alike 
But The King would never smell of 
cheap wine and bar flies 

Bridge
He was a big fish in a small pond
Who squandered his gift and never moved on 

V3
They still swarm the stage
After every rambling song 
And even at this age
He still can't swat them off 

He knows the winds of fortune 
Have cruelly passed him by
And every performance 
Just attracts more flies