Nashville Tennesee

The train whistle blew through the falling snow He could hear its faint lonesome whine He was in some small town in north Idaho With the prayers of his family in mind

With his book of songs and a cheap guitar and a dream that shone like a star He was on his way to that shining place where they make or break who you are Down in Nashville, Tennessee, down in Nashville, Tennessee

In his hometown he was a hero there He played weekends and sang his own songs But his day job down at the auto-repair would remind him how far he’d gone

He was twenty-nine, time was rolling by like the big clouds up in the sky He would hate to be turning fifty-three wondering why he had never tried Hitting Nashville, Tennessee, hitting Nashville Tennessee

Soon the train appeared through the thick white flakes He got on and sat half afraid Travelling day and night across several states Eating sandwiches his sister made And he wrote a song in the Kansas sun like no other song he had done How could he know then that one year ahead It would go straight to number one Down in Nashville, Tennessee, down in Nashville, Tennessee Down in Nashville, Tennessee, down in Nashville, Tennessee