Text: Whiskey Falls. The Champ.

He comes from the streets, he grew up in the bars
He cut his teeth on his daddy?s guitar
He lived every line that he?s ever sung
He made believers to all that said it couldn?t be done

He worked on his chops eight hours a day
While learning the ropes and climbing the ranks
He kicked and he scratched to get his shot
And he never kissed ass on his way to the top

He says hey man, here I am
Rocking the stage and shaking the stands
With the punch of the drums, the blast of the amps
A sold out show every time I jam

Hey man, here I am
Living the life with the world in my hands
A rush from the crowd, the roar of the fans
When the lights come up he feels like the champ
He feels like the champ

He says there's always a new kid coming to town
Looking for ways to try and knock him down
They got hungry eyes and a passion that burns
Chomping at the bit to get their turn

He seen a thousand faces come and go
But he?s still here, nobody steels his show
With a bottle a gin and a Martin guitar
Man, the world's never seen a bigger star

He says hey man, here I am
Rocking the stage and shaking the stands
With the punch of the drums, the blast of the amps
A sold out show every time I jam

And hey man, here I am
Living the life with the world in my hands
A rush from the crowd, the roar of the fans
And when the lights come up, he feels like the champ
He feels like the champ

He steps under the lights at Broadway and Main
Takes a pull from the bottle to warm up and sing
He?s got dirt on his face, an open case at his feet
As the people toss change passing 'round the street

He sleeps under the bridge in a cardboard box
But when the stars come out he?s ready to rock

He says hey man, here I am
Rocking the stage and shaking the stands
With the punch of the drums, the blast of the amps
A sold out show every time I jam

And hey man, here I am
Living the life with the world in my hands
A rush from the crowd, the roar of the fans
When the lights come up he feels like the champ
He feels like the champ