Pocket Full of Quarters

There's a row of Honky Tonks
Downtown Nashville on
Broadway Street
Waiting to make you a star
Every night of the week

Blazing hot stage lights
Neon moons over the bar
The crowd wants to hear you
Before you're a star

I belt out my southern best
And let that old guitar rip
Everyone in the bar
Turns towards me
I prayed to sound hip

Girls are dancing
The rooms swaying
The manager gives me a nod
It's me that he's paying

Blazing hot stage lights
Neon moons over the bar
The crowd wants to hear you
Before you're a star

I ripped my heart out
On that Honky Tonk Stage
The crowd sang along
The bar was rocket fuel
I plowed through my song

I was blessed that night
Up on the stage
A Street performer with a Pocket full of quarters
And my life finally turning the page

There's a row of Honky Tonks
Downtown Nashville on Broadway Street
Waiting to make you a star
Every night of the week