Nashville Blues Words and music by Jake Brooks They call it Music City Nashville, Tennessee It pulls like a magnet On country boys like me Soft summer nights And bright neon lights And a chance to make Your dreams come true I’ll sing you a tune About the Nashville Blues I rode in on a Greyhound With stars in my eyes Played my songs and my guitar In every roadhouse dive Writing all night long And pitching my songs Down on 16th Avenue Paying my dues Singin’ the Nashville Blues You don’t play for the money Here in guitar town But you’ve got to be ready When the big record man comes around If he likes what you play You could be on your way Might be one of the chosen few It’s all up to you Singin’ the Nashville Blues Instrumental When you run out of money They’ve got the pawn shop plan Lost a Fender and Gibson To the pawn shop man Metro police Threw handcuffs on me For acting out and losing my cool Had nothing to lose Singin’ the Nashville Blues When you live for the music Sometimes you just can’t make ends meet Sold my blood for ten dollars Down on Charlotte street Just trying to survive To keep the big dream alive As fragile as my fading youth Facing the truth Singing the Nashville Blues I’ve got no misgivings About the choices I made I’m making a living Just working the trades But when the weekend comes ‘round In some border town We’re still out there Still raising the roof Still paying our dues Singing the Nashville Blues Paying our dues Singin’ the Nashville Blues Copyright Brooks Bros Publishers All rights reserved