He's got nothing but talent and time on his hands He loves his music, hangs out with his band He's got big-hit ambitions and number one dreams He's a high-rollin', a magnificent music machine
He hit town with nothing but his old guitar With visions of grandeur and being a star He writes them and sings them like you've never seen He's a high-rollin', a magnificent music machine
Well sometimes he's dejected and sometimes he's afraid But he knows what he's in for 'til his dues are paid Sometimes they're fat girls and sometimes they're lean He's a high-rollin', a magnificent music machine
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