Divine To Be

Lyrics

Between Gruhn's and Bailey's there used to be a man Hailed from Pennsylvania played the mandolin For 16 years Mike crooned his tears and taught me how to stand For the cause of living art that made the Opry grand Once there was a hobo played the silverware On the spot of Third and Broad tattooed everywhere Kids would beg their parents for nickels they could spare Abby took the last train out with flowers in her hair Chorus: Now I see it's divine to be let down It's past my time I'll never wear the crown Deep inside I was sure I heard the sounds I still cry each time I go downtown Cowboy was my father at least he claimed to be He drank some wine and cut in line and danced in front of me Life got hard and he caught a charge no poor man could beat Thank the Lord the streets are safe for yanks to drink and scream At age 13 I learned from these I spoke of in this song On lower Broad in Nashville I watched it all go wrong It's been said the musics dead I'd just say it gone Gone to hell and gone to jail and gone back to the farm Chorus: Now I see it's divine to be let down It's past my time I'll never wear the crown Deep inside I was sure I heard the sounds I still cry each time I go downtown