Whiskey Falls

Whiskey Falls - The Champ lyrics

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(Seven Williams, Walter Brandt, Bill Brandt, Frank Myers)



He comes from the streets he grew up in the bars

He cut his teeth on his daddy's guitar

He lived every line that he's ever sung

He made believers to all that said it couldn't be done



He worked on his chops eight hours a day

While learning the ropes and climbing the ranks

He kicked and he scratched to get his shot

And he never kissed ass on his way to the top



Chorus

He says hey man here I am rocking the stage and shaking the stands

with the punch of the drums the blast of the amps

A sold out show every time I jam

And hey man here I am living the life with world in my hands

A rush from the crowd the roar of the fans 

And when the light comes up

He feels like the champ

He feels like the champ



He says theirs always a new kid coming to town

Looking for ways to try and knock him down

They got hungry eyes and a passion that burns

Chomping at the bit to get their turn



He seen a thousand faces come and go

But he's still here nobody steels his show

With a bottle a gin and a martin guitar

Man the worlds never seen a bigger star



Chorus

He says hey man here I am rocking the stage and shaking the stands

with the punch of the drums the blast of the amps

A sold out show every time I jam

And hey man here I am living the life with world in my hands

A rush from the crowd the roar of the fans 

And when the light comes up

He feels like the champ

He feels like the champ



He steps under the lights at Broadway and Main takes a pull from the bottle to warm up and he's got dirt on his face an open case at his feet as the people pass by

Tossing change at his feet



He sleeps under the bridge in a cardboard box

But when the stars come out he's ready to rock



Chorus

He says hey man here I am rocking the stage and shaking the stands

with the punch of the drums the blast of the amps

A sold out show every time I jam

And hey man here I am living the life with world in my hands

A rush from the crowd the roar of the fans 

And when the light comes up

He feels like the champ

He feels like the champ
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