Lyrics

Richard frost left alabama
Heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma
And that’s where he changed his name
Now he plays a little tavern
All the drunks say he’s a star
Hollywood forgot his number
Now he’s stuck in kelly’s bar

But is he happy my friend
Or does he pretend?
Is every song a routine chore?
Well he every decide
To go and not hide
Behind his fear and kelly’s backstage door

Richard frost draws 90 people
And on weekends lines grow long
Singing loud and laughing with them
The crowd reacts to every song
Bigger worlds can’t help but
Make you more aware of what you see
Afraid of what’s beyond just eyesight
Keeps the worlds in harmony

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