Letras
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 the 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 the 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 the 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 the 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 the beer is still cold