Country music artist Kip Moore treated his fans when he shared “Blonde” earlier this summer and just released the accompanying music video. As per usual with country tunes, “Blonde” has an interesting background and message. The song describes a very unfortunate and real scenario taking place around the world— people turning to social media to show off trappings of wealth and their stunning good looks. The digital world has become a place where people get lost in a fantasy world and lose touch with what’s real— and what really matters in life. “Blonde” tackles this very tough issue and reminds listeners to stay grounded. The thought-provoking track will appear on Moore’s forthcoming album, Slowheart, which is set to drop on September 8th.
Enjoy “Blonde” below…
“Blonde” Lyrics
I saw you in a magazine just the other day
When they asked you where you came from, funny you forgot this place
I guess you caught amnesia, we’ve been knowing you before Pre-K
Can’t hide the real you behind that fake name
You can chase the lights
You can chase the fame
Used to be the captain of the cheer team
Now you’re just a never coming homecoming queen
Don’t sell yourself long girl
You must be confused
You ain’t even Blonde girl
Or even true to your roots, yeah
Wooooo
Wooooo
I saw your mama and your sister on Sunday
Your little brother starts school on Monday
Your granddaddy’d roll over in his grave
If he saw the way you changed
You can chase the lights
You can chase the fame
Used to be the captain of the cheer team
Now you’re just a never coming homecoming queen
Don’t sell yourself long girl
You must be confused
You ain’t even Blonde girl
Or even true to your roots
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah, ah
I used to love your lips girl
They had a down home taste
So why’d you go and fill ’em girl
Mess up the ones that God gave
You can chase the lights
You can chase the fame
Used to be the captain of the cheer team
Now you’re just a never coming homecoming queen
Don’t sell yourself long girl
You must be confused
You ain’t even Blonde girl
Or even true to your roots
(Yeah, ah, ah)
We were right there when your daddy wasn’t
(Yeah, ah, ah)
We were there the first time you got drunk
(Yeah, ah, ah, ah)
Couldn’t even hold up your head
So I picked you up and put you in bed
(Yeah, ah, ah)
My shirt dried your tears when Brett broke your heart
(Yeah, ah, ah)
I took the blame in that old cop car
(Yeah, ah, ah, ah)
Laughed when you choked on your first smoke
Watching you now is a damn joke, yeah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah, ah, ah
Yeah
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