I saw a picture on a postcard when I was 10 years old
And them bright lights seemed to call me and I knew someday I'd go
Yeah I had myself some big plans; I swore I'd be a star
So I headed out at 18, just a suitcase and a car.
Now I watch the snow outside my window, man it sure is coming down
I sure hate this kind of weather and I hate this kind of town
That old guitar in the corner, I should've never learned to play
‘Cause the songs that we've been writin', just ain't sellin' here these days.
(Chorus)
Well, I've seen good times, come and go
And I've heard some big lies down on Music Row
It's a town full of dreams that have been killed
Down in Nashville.
Met a homeless man on Broadway, he said he used to be like me
Said he left his wife and family, to run out and chase a dream
Well he made a little money, but for the price of his own soul
Then they spit him out and dropped him, before he got too old.
(Repeat Chorus)
This city's nothing special, just a lot of lights and smoke
They use to hide the pressures and the hearts that have been broke
This town can tear your life up and make a wreck of any plans
So I'm packin' up what's left here and goin' back to Alabam'.
Well, I've seen good times come and go
And I've heard some big lies down on Music Row
It's a town full of dreams that have been killed
Where the songs you write and sing are all that's real
Down in Nashville.
I saw a picture on a postcard when I was 10 years old.
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