Red Johnson - The Local Entertainer

He didn't get a writeup in Newsweek
Just the standard ol' bit
In the paper of his hometown
A few close friends
And some folks he knew
From the bars he used to play
Were at the funeral of the local entertainer

He took his kind of music
Where the stars would never go
Anyplace someone would listen
He'd put on his simple show
A drink and some kind words
Were all he ever really lived for
The same thing the local entertainer died for

He'd dreamed of a record done in Nashville
Just a one time reward
For years of dedicated work
He sacrificed his home and wife
For a measure of a claim
Like the thousands of local entertainers

If his kind were rewarded in heaven
Every song that he sang
Would be written in purest gold
Oh, how many lonely hearts he helped
As he poured out his soul
To those who'd listen to the local entertainer

He took his kind of music
Where the stars would never go
Anyplace someone would listen
He'd put on his simple show
A drink and some kind words
Were all he ever really lived for
The same thing the local entertainer died for
The same thing the local entertainer died for

Written by:
ARVID E JOHNSON

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Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING

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