文本歌词

In the year of forty three
Mama finished feedin'me
And quickly rushed off to her job at Woorden'sBackmill
But at fourth on Monroe's street afaillin' hearts stopped at willin' feet
And mamagave up the breath of life in the town of
Nashville Daddy was in the county jail so my oldersister
Nell Took a job at a tavern that some folkscalled the Trashmill
And when the welfare agencyoffered help and smiled at me
No thanks but we'llget by in this town of Nashville
As a kid I wentto school hurt stood high
On a tavern stool Alistenin' to the songs on the jukebox
At theTrashmill And that hurtin'
In them sad old songssettled deep in a poor boy's bones
And I vowedI'll someday pick and sing
In Nashville So myolder sister Nell like a true blue southern bell
Bought me a second handed guitar from
TheNashville goodwill Heaven would smile and bellswould ring
When I touched those shiny strings
AndI was the richest poor boy in the town of
Nashville
There's a chill down in my bones yes it's my timeto go on
And I'm sure the good Lord knows the wayI feel
So they're callin' me a star I can't forgetabout that first guitar
And a lady who helped meto make it big in the town of Nashville
Jail so my oldersister Nell Took a job at a tavern that some folks
Bought me a second handed guitar from theNashville
Goodwill Heaven would smile and bellswould ring
When I touched those shiny strings
AndI was the richest poor boy in the town ofNashville