(Track #7 from The Road Less Traveled)

Your Local Star

By Frank Meyer

Harp Intro

Chorus

I go out on the weekends to play my guitar

You see I’m driven to play all these small country bars

And I know that you know that I won’t go far

‘Cause I’m so content to be your local star

Verse 1

Well, it brings me great pleasure when I hear you sing

It confirms a truth, hey, money don’t mean a thing

And when this bar fills up with your harmony

We all become one with my melody

Chorus

Verse 2

The smiles on your faces, well, it makes it so clear

Why the old boy up there he done sent me down here

He said, “Hey, buddy, for you I got one simple goal

Go out there on the weekends and ignite their souls.”

Chorus

Instrumental Break

Verse 3

The handshakes and the kisses and the hugs mean so much

Ain’t it funny how our stress disappears when we touch

And of all the things in life that I’ve learned to do

The best one of all is to share songs with you

Chorus

Chorus

Repeat Last Line

©2007 Frank Meyer