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The Ballad of Henry Holloway
Slim Dusty
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Saturday night and the barroom is howlin'
With young weekend cowboys all struttin' and prowlin'
Drinkin' straight bourbon and tryin' not to shiver
As it burns down their throat and plays hell with their liver
On a small stage in the bar's furthest corner
Sits Henry Holloway playin' his guitar
Under the spotlight, sweat on his face glistenin'
Singin' his heart out and nobody listenin'
Fire in the belly, fire in the soul
Ambition's a fire that's hard to control
Burnin' with bright dreams of money and fame
Young Henry Holloway's lost in the flame
Evelyn sits by the stage, she's the only one clappin'
With eyes brightly shinin', feet in time a-tappin'
Face full of love as she watches her man
In a shirt of blue rhinestones she sewed on by hand
Sweet red lips movin' as she sings along
Joinin' with Henry in his every song
Although she's heard them 'bout one million times
Oh, love is tone deaf as well as stone blind
Fire in the belly, fire in the soul
Ambition's a fire that's hard to control
Burnin' with bright dreams of money and fame
Young Henry Holloway's lost in the flame
Now the barroom is like a volcano explodin'
But up on the stage, young Henry is floatin'
Eyes closed and driftin' through his favorite dream
As he sings of the places he's never seen
Like Nashville and Memphis, New York and L.A
You can bet even money he'll get there someday
But if he don't, he just might not care
'Cause when he sings his songs, oh, he's already there
Fire in the belly, fire in the soul
Ambition's a fire that's hard to control
Burnin' with bright dreams of money and fame
Young Henry Holloway's lost in the flame
Saturday night's turned into Sunday mornin'
The barroom is empty, the bartender's yawnin'
Home go the cowboys with their jeans and high boots
Come Monday they'll put on their ties and dark suits
Back to the motel go Henry and Evelyn
She falls asleep with her arms wrapped around him
Dreams of motel rooms and cheap crowded bars
Henry lies wide awake as he dreams of the stars
Fire in the belly, fire in the soul
Ambition's a fire that's hard to control
Burnin' with bright dreams of money and fame
Young Henry Holloway's lost in the flame
Fire in the belly, fire in the soul
Ambition's a fire that's hard to control
Burnin' with bright dreams of money and fame
Young Henry Holloway's lost in the flame