Roll into town - step off the bus.
Shake off that where you came from dust.
Grab your guitar - walk down the street.
Signs say Nashville, Tennessee.
But I have found...
[Chours]
It's a crazy town - full of neon dreams.
Everybody plays - everybody sings.
Hollywood witha touch of twang - to be a star you gotta bang-bang-bang.
Bend those strings till the Hank comes out.
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout.
We love it - we hate it - we're all just trying to make it.
In this crazy town.
You pay your dues - and you play for free.
And you pray for a honkytonk destiny.
You cut your teeth in the smoky bars.
And live off the tips from a pickle jar.
Til you find a cool new sound.
And you smile when the record man shoots you down...
[Chours]
It's a crazy town - full of neon dreams.
Everybody plays - everybody sings.
Hollywood witha touch of twang - to be a star you gotta bang-bang-bang.
Bend those strings till the Hank comes out.
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout.
We love it - we hate it - we're all just trying to make it.
In this crazy town.
One year they repossess your truck.
And the next you make a couple million bucks.
[Chours]
It's a crazy town - full of neon dreams.
Everybody plays - everybody sings.
Hollywood witha touch of twang - to be a star you gotta bang-bang-bang.
Bend those strings till the Hank comes out.
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout.
We love it - we hate it - we're all just trying to make it.
In this crazy town. |
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