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I was five years old, riding in granddaddy's truck Singing Deeper Than the Holler with the radio up He'd smile and he'd say, "Boy, keep singing that song" And I bet even he never thought I'd be making a dollar, making a music note Playing old guitar and not wind up going flat broke Write a couple songs that somebody might know Make a dollar, making a music note Make a dollar, making a music note Never knew I'd step foot on that old Opry stage Went from Old Rugged Cross to that church off Broadway Standing right where Loretta, Cash, and Charley all stood Man, who would have guessed that I would Be making a dollar, making a music note Playing old guitar and not wind up going flat broke Write a couple songs that somebody might know Make a dollar, making a music note Make a dollar, making a music note So, this song's a way for me to shake everybody's hand Thanks for giving this Tennessee boy a chance At making a dollar, making a music note Playing old guitar and not wind up going flat broke Write a couple songs that somebody might know Make a dollar, making a music note Make a dollar, making a music note I was five years old riding in granddaddy's truck Singing Deeper Than the Holler with the radio up
Writer(s): Cary Ryan Barlowe, Christopher Alan Young, Josh Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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