I was eight years old when my granddaddy died. He that showed me the signs I still miss him sometimes. Been a long time ago but his words still ring true.
I was walkin' down the street. In the town where I was born. I was movin' to a beat. That I'd never felt before. So I opened up my eyes. And I took a look around.
Tell me a story 'bout a fella with a crazy dream. Everybody tells him that it won't amount to anything. He fires the shot heard around the world. He wins the prize and he gets the girl.
Beggin' your pardon there stranger. You look like you're new to this town. We're a long way away from the beach here. You won't see many gringos around.