Come on Back to Nashville

(Tom T. Hall)



Come on back to Nashville, it's a pretty old city

We'd painted and fixed up the old Music Row

Tootsie's still kickin' neon leathered fried chicken

But the music's still loud and beer is still cold.



Don't let them big city people get to you

Cause money's the name of the game don't you see

They might bet you penny and say you're a dandy

But they still don't like pickin' on Network TV.



Come on back to Nashville, it's a pretty old city

We'd painted and fixed up the old Music Row

Tootsie's still kickin' neon leathered fried chicken

But the music's still loud and beer is still cold.



But there's a few of us left there's Bare and Rodriguez

And Hillman and Harlan that's a pretty good bunch

But something is missin' when we all get to pickin'

There ain't enough of us to throw a good run.



Come on back to Nashville, it's a pretty old city

We'd painted and fixed up the old Music Row

Tootsie's still kickin' neon leathered fried chicken

But the music's still loud and beer is still cold.



Now whoever told you that we didn't want you

You know they'd lied to you we'd want you all here

If you just want some strokin' keep right on smokin'

If you didn't mind that we just hang in with a beer here.



Come on back to Nashville, it's a pretty old city

We'd painted and fixed up the old Music Row

Tootsie's still kickin' neon leathered fried chicken

But the music's still loud and beer is still cold.



Come on back to Nashville, it's a pretty old city

We'd painted and fixed up the old Music Row

Tootsie's still kickin' neon leathered fried chicken

But the music's still loud and beer is still cold...