(Ray Sawyer/Dennis Locorriere/Ron Haffkine)



He stands tall in his handmade boots

Pretty little girls all around

Black was the shade of his nudie suit

And when he sang there was not a sound



From state line to Mobile he entertained the crowds

Everybody there knew his name

His climb had started but the road gets harder

When you're closing in on fame



Bright lights shine and the crowd goes wild

"The show won't start 'til y'all calm down"

One pretty little girl stands all alone

And when she cried there was not a sound



For just three days in New Orleans she never left his side

That girl became a woman with her very first man

But to her only lover she was just like all the others

'Til she stood there with that gun in her hand



A shot rang out and the crowd goes wild

A shot rang out and the crowd goes wild

The crowd goes wild

The crowd goes wild

The crowd goes wild

The crowd goes wild



(c) 1973 Blackwood Music Inc. & Rekooh Music