Rising Star - Griffin House

Driving through town in his pickup truck

Sipping on beer with his sleeves rolled up

He’s a rising star

Comes from the hill where the cold wind blows

Down in the hollow where the red fern grows

And he’s gonna go far

He’s a rising star

First came to town back in '95

Now he’s doing what he can to keep the dream alive

He plays a mean guitar

He got jerked around, he got wined and dined

But he never got a deal and he never got signed

But he ain’t done trying

He’s a rising star

Fishing with a fishing pole

Swimming in a swimming hole

Shooting up a twelve point

Firing up a fat joint

Rocking in a rocking chair

Dancing at the county fair

Beating up a city punk

Drinking in a honky tonk bar

He’s a rising star

Saw Keith Urban in a button up place

Tried to talk to him, got punched in the face

He turned the other cheek

He’s getting on in years

But it ain’t dark yet

He’s going as far as he can get

And he’s bound to go far

He’s a rising star

Hanging out at Blackbird

Polishing a chrome turd

Looking for a country song

Man, its been so long

Staying on the hip scene

Riding in a limousine

Eating finger-licking grub

Down at the country club

Everyone knows who you are

You’re a rising star

Driving through town in his pickup truck

Sipping on beer with his sleeves rolled up

He’s a rising star