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They called him Neon Leon, he was an burnt out country star Livin on the scraps of food he `d find and the beer he he` d beg in bars They say that once he d been a charmer, with his strings and songs so fine Before he ever started racin` down one of life s short lines Time was Leon had a wife , but even that was way back when Before his race down screamin tracks all worn down smooth with sin Not even last year`s jukebox can recall poor Leon`s name Was shootin dope or snortin` coke , or just hard livin to blame Watch out where you goin , Leon You re no longer in the neon , Leon You did n t realy need to pay your dues so soon , dear Leon But the time you had left was realy flyin` Leon, just about a month ago got one more chance to make the neon glow When a Nashville fan and Opry man signed him to do another showLeon stepped up on the stage to the heat of lights and swelling cheers And tried his best to play his songs inspite of slowly growing fears Those hands that once had played so nimble, began first to sweat and then to fail And then began to tremble And Leon`s punding, drug charged heart began to beat too fast And Leon stumbled and Leon fell, and Leon breathed his last Watch out where you goin Leon .... There wasn t hardly anyone, that day at Leon`s buryin ` SongtexteJust me and four old guys I hired to do the digging`and the carryin` Leon`s faded smile in death filled my soul with painful hurt He wore his fancy hat and tattered suit - he wore his beer stained shirt His guitar hands held his guitar tight and pressed it to his chest While all these forgotten songs of his played softly in my breast And down in cold and damp and dark and silent country ground I looked my last at the burnt out boy when they laid his body down So now you`re headed off to heaven, Leon Where you ll find another kind of neon, Leon But in your race through life you were realy flying This is my fairwell to you, dear Leon Aus Songtexte Mania