Nashville — текст песни (Stonewall Jackson)

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
[ piano ]
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