goodbye Nashville

I ain’t itching to be a star

cause I just can’t kiss

an executive’s ass to get that far.

As I recall, it was 1983

sittin’ in Tootsies bar

listening to the new sound

so removed from the real thing

noticing how twang

was being replaced by a bunch of machines.

I lost my heart to sing

didn’t desire to pluck a string

for it seemed no one wanted to hear

about life in a bottle

or broken dreams.

Goodbye Nashville

you ain’t what I need

ain’t going to sacrifice

or drop to my knees

just to be blinded by lights

hear a few screams.

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