No Overnight Sensation

June 13, 2016 § Leave a comment

I’ve been writing lyrics and melodies since I was 18. (I won’t say how old I am now, but let’s just say I’ve been writing a long, long time.) Because I’ve been writing for so long, I jokingly refer to the very slim possibility I would ever be able to do anything professionally with my music by saying I would be no overnight sensation.

I like that notion so much that I use the phrase “no overnight sensation” in the e-mail address I set aside for music. It’s also the name of my YouTube channel. I got to thinking about it and decided there should be a song about not being an overnight sensation, in fact, about not being a sensation at all. So here it is. It may still need a little fine tuning, but I think the bones are good.

No Overnight Sensation

He learned to play guitar at 17
Young and tall, and kinda lean
Dreamed of living hard and dying fast

He worshiped Willie and Waylon
Dreamed he was their bastard son
Friends called him crazy; he knew the die was cast

Packed up his belongings, and he left to make his name
25-years later, he’s still chasing after fame
Though he knows it’s rigged, still he plays the game
Even now, he knows deep down he’d do things just the same

No overnight sensation; he’ll never sweep the nation
Playing bars and clubs and making his home on the road
He still feels that elation; each night, no hesitation
As he picks up his guitar to start another show

Never made time for a family
Except for those who came to see
A show he played in some small town bar

His career never really got on track
Even now, lives in the back
Of his only home, his run down car

He still keeps a picture of his parents by his side
Knows he disappointed them, though God sure knows he tried
Wonders if they realized he never had a choice
He always knew he’d have to leave to ever find his voice

No overnight sensation; he’ll never sweep the nation
Playing bars and clubs and making his home on the road
He still feels that elation; each night, no hesitation
As he picks up his guitar to start another show

One town down, a thousand more to go

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