A Name In This Town

I knocked out Buster Johnson,
On the playground after school.
I went from being a 3rd grade punk,
To 6th grade cool.
Yeah, I still hold the land speed record,
Down county road 5-0-9.
Judge Taylor said he was real impressed,
But wouldn't waive the fine.
Yeah, I still got my picture on the bait shop wall,
With a 6 lb. Smallmouth Bass.
Ha, I see that I'm still loved and hated on that overpass.

Yeah, I got a name in this town,
Some good, and some bad that I'll never live down.
Anywhere else I'm just a face in the crowd,
But I got a name in this town.
Yeah, I got a name in this town.

Might have to fight my way out of Lucy's,
When I show up tonight.
'Round here it seems old scores,
Old flames man they never die.
Then again it might just be a bunch of back slappin',
When I walk through that door.
Here the same old stories,
That keep gettin' bigger than they were before.
I packed my things and hitched my dreams,
To a superstar.
And if the world out there,
Don't give a damn about me or this guitar.
It won't matter at all

'Cause I got a name in this town,
Some good, and some bad that I'll never live down,
Anywhere else I'm just a face in the crowd,
But I got a name in this town.

Yeah, I got a name in this town,
Been called a few things I can't say right now,
A little hard-headed and a little to proud,
But I got a name in this town.
Yeah, I got a name in this town.
Whoa

Risk-taker, heart-breaker, trouble-maker,
Man I got a name in this town.
Big-dreamer, dead-ringer, not a bad singer,
Yeah, I got a name in this town.
S.O.B., wild and free, you know me,
Man, I got a name in this town

I got a name in this town!
I got a name in this town...