The sign says welcome to Nashville.From what ever road you've been down.
It seems like the first of the milestones.
For here is the city the town.
It's a quaint old mystical city.
Where idols and legends have stood.
Port city where dreams come to harbor.
A country boys Hollywood.
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But it's lonely at sundown in Nashville.
That's when beaten souls start to weep.
Each evening at sundown in Nashville.
They sweep broken dreams off the street.
You walk down sixteenth to broadway.
You walk past the new hall of fame.
And the record man with the big cigar.
He never once asked me my name.
You'll find some discarded love songs.
And visions of fame on the ground.
And pieces of dreams thats been shattered.
They drift to the outskirts of town.
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