Sing my songs, never thought I’d make it this far
Weren’t so long ago that I used to sell nine bars
I live my life, I can prove it ’cause I got scars
Chant my name while I’m strummin’ on my guitar
She said she had a thing for James Dean
And the music from the fifties
When they used to keep the streets clean
Faded memories of a young teen
Like the echo of an old dream
I carved her name into a sunbeam
‘Cause she’s my sun queen
Fakes in bands only wanna get wasted
They wear nice clothes but they’ll never even taste it
Ripped off songs, first you copy, then you paste it
The boy’s got soul but he must of misplaced it
She said she had a thing for James Dean
And the music from the fifties
When they used to keep the streets clean
Faded memories of a young teen
Like the echo of an old dream
I carved her name into a sunbeam
‘Cause she’s my sun queen
She said she had a thing for James Dean
And the music from the fifties
When they used to keep the streets clean
Faded memories of a young teen
Like the echo of an old dream
I carved her name into a sunbeam
‘Cause she’s my sun queen
