Paroles de Nashville

In the year of forty three mama finished feedin' me
And quickly rushed off to her job at woorden'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 and 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
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There's a chill down in my bones yes it's my time to go on
And i'm sure the good lord knows the way i feel
So they're callin' me a star i can't forget about that first guitar
And a lady who helped me to make it big in this town of nashville