I had to go play “Rock Star” today.
Yeah, I’m a “Rock Star.”
Some call me a “Super Star,” and I’ve even heard the term “Jukebox Hero.”
I’m the “Lead Singer” and “Lead Guitarist” of the band—my band—The fans really come to hear me.
Over One Hundred Thousand people had bought tickets to see my band and me. So, naturally, I had to show up. I couldn’t let the fans down.
—I walked out to my vehicle.
Upon entering the stadium, I could hear the crowd roaring.
—I cranked my vehicle and began to drive.
Upon entering the backroads of the mountain I live on, I opened with a “Little Ditty” I wrote about “Jack and Diane.” They were two American Kids I met once. They grew up in the Heartland.
As I headed towards Highway 160, I sang some songs I wrote about “Folsom Prison” and the inmates there. —I stopped, turned my blinker on, and proceeded onto Highway 160.
As I began driving through the country, I played all my hits.
Songs such as “Simple Man” and “Like A Rock.” —The crowd went wild.
As I watched the sun climb way up into the sky, I went into one of my greatest hits, “Free Bird.” And as the sun got as high into the sky as it was going to go, I sang “Stairway To Heaven.” —The fans simply call it “Stairway.”
—I changed directions and pointed my vehicle toward home.
On the backroads headed home, I sang my hits of the ’80s.
Hits such as “Sweet Child O’ Mine” and “Wanted Dead Or Alive.”
I even sang and played some songs that you’d never heard of. Songs such as “Welcome Home Sanitarium” and “Master Of Puppets.”
As I got closer to home, I sang some of my personal favorites.
Songs such as “Wish You Were Here,” “Comfortably Numb,” and “Shine On You Crazy Diamond.”
I ended the concert with “Time.” That song is so true to me.
One day you’re kicking a can on the ground, and the next, you’re an adult.
No one told you when your life started. And you missed the “Starting Gun.”
I pulled into the driveway; Took my Bow; Waved to my fans, shouted, “I’ll see you again real soon,” and exited the vehicle.
I wish you could’ve been there.
