Song Description
A spoiled star. I think a country singer with a self-deprecating sense of humor could do this. But it'd have to be someone who didn't take himself too seriously.
| Song Length |
2:55 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Troubled |
Subject |
Numbness, Musician |
| Similar Artists |
Garth Brooks, Hank Williams |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
Big Boots to Fill (N. Ball/T. Saputo)
Well I think I'll play the star today
stomp my feet, have a lot to say
curse the lighting, moon the crowd.
make my inner child real proud.
Tour my grounds in a golfing cart
feed the tigers, cruise the park.
How many cars does one man need?
Ask me after my shopping spree
Chorus:
Cause a star can be a poison pill,
tough to swallow with a look that kills.
Dear God do You regret your choice
--of a whiner with a winning voice?
I don't know how we get this way.
But when the lights burn out
we'll have hell to pay.
Perhaps I'll hire another guy
to tell me when my well's run dry.
Fame makes it hard to know just when
your britches need some takin in.
And so my friends I ask of you
vote you hearts --with a cheer or a boo.
Help keep these boots square on the ground...
And let's celebrate God's down-home country sound.
Chorus:
Cause a...
c Norman Ball, 2003