Nashville Nights (Live)
Wrinkles show
As we're getting older
But these sticks and stones
Never seem to age and I got
A picture book of my younger years
As I start to cry
And that's when I cave right in
And you look into my eyes
I don't really know me yet
In these southern parts
'Cause I got two reasons why you're shadowing out
Though I don't really care about your father's wishes
As I start to cry
And that's when I cave right in
And you look into my eyes
Come on let's get it right
Help me fit these pieces together
Throughout these Nashville nights
I'm not looking forward to
Any place but here
I got this seat
It's the best in the house and
Maybe I could be your cowboy
Singing out on Broadway
Raise up my beer
As you walk right in
And you look into my eyes
Riding by this neon sign
Off of Route 89
I got some pocket change to call back home
Cause I got my cell phone that's been dead for days
As you start to cry
And that's when I cave right in
And you look into my eyes
Come on let's get it right
Help me fit these pieces together
Throughout these Nashville nights
Come grab a smoke with me
Let's take our chances now
I could write a book about these years of my life
And I gotta cut off these streets
'Cause they've kept me behind
As you start to cry
And that's when you cave right in
And you look into my eyes
Come on let's get it right
Help me fit these pieces together
Throughout these Nashville nights
As we're getting older
But these sticks and stones
Never seem to age and I got
A picture book of my younger years
As I start to cry
And that's when I cave right in
And you look into my eyes
I don't really know me yet
In these southern parts
'Cause I got two reasons why you're shadowing out
Though I don't really care about your father's wishes
As I start to cry
And that's when I cave right in
And you look into my eyes
Come on let's get it right
Help me fit these pieces together
Throughout these Nashville nights
I'm not looking forward to
Any place but here
I got this seat
It's the best in the house and
Maybe I could be your cowboy
Singing out on Broadway
Raise up my beer
As you walk right in
And you look into my eyes
Riding by this neon sign
Off of Route 89
I got some pocket change to call back home
Cause I got my cell phone that's been dead for days
As you start to cry
And that's when I cave right in
And you look into my eyes
Come on let's get it right
Help me fit these pieces together
Throughout these Nashville nights
Come grab a smoke with me
Let's take our chances now
I could write a book about these years of my life
And I gotta cut off these streets
'Cause they've kept me behind
As you start to cry
And that's when you cave right in
And you look into my eyes
Come on let's get it right
Help me fit these pieces together
Throughout these Nashville nights
Credits
Writer(s): Pasquale Di Meo
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