| [FIVE YEARS IN NASHVILLE] | |
| Time is a butcher for dreamers and cattle Both get sold off by the pound. A womans warm bed or a slug to the head, either way were going down. I decided to tell her Im leaving tomorrow, and she could come if she cared, She said boy I love you, aint no one above you, but you know Im going nowhere." She said "if youre leaving just stay there forever cause this time youre crossing the line" Well they say it takes 5 years to make it in Nashville, guess Ill have plenty of time. Well, I packed up the old car and threw in my guitar I made Santa Fe in three days. Tried my luck at a few songs, but everything felt wrong with her being so far away. I called her and told her Im love sick and hurting and thinking bout turning around She said boy just keep going, you ought to be knowin youve got no home left in this town. She said when you left here, you left here forever and there aint no changing your mind" Well they say it takes 5 years to make it in Nashville, guess Ill have plenty of time. Well, I hit Nashville limits, first bar I was in it, I bought everybody a beer. I said raise all your glasses to all of them asses who said that Id never get here" And like any good story bout bar rooms and drinking it always ends up in a fight. I aint really sure who won but when it was all done I had a warm place for the night And for that violation, got five years probation , No fighting or crossing state lines Well they say it takes 5 years to make it in Nashville, guess Ill have plenty of time. They say it takes 5 years to make it in Nashville, guess Ill have plenty of time. |
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