Nashville

Lyrics
In the year of forty three Mama finished feedin' me And quickly rushed off to her job At Worthin's Backmill But at fourth on Monroe's street A faillin' hearts stopped at willin' feet And mama gave up the breath of life In the town of Nashville Daddy was in the county jail So my older sister Nell Took a job at a tavern That some folks called the Trashmill And when the welfare agency offered help Nell smiled at me No thanks but we'll get by In this town of Nashville As a kid I went to school Hurt stood high on a tavern stool A listenin' to the songs On the jukebox at the Trashmill And that hurtin' in them sad old songs Settled deep in a poor boy's bones And I vowed I'll someday pick and sing in Nashville So my older sister Nell Like a true blue southern bell Bought me a second handed guitar From the Nashville goodwill Heaven would smile and bells would ring When I touched those shiny strings And I was the richest poor boy in the town of Nashville There's a chill down in my bones As it's my time to go on And I'm sure the good Lord knows Just how I feel Though they're callin' me a star I can't forget about that first guitar And the lady who helped me to make it big In this town of Nashville
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Credits
- Writers
- Don Wayne