Nashville Bum

I’ve been-- chasin’the big wheels
All over Nashville
Waitin’for my big break to come
Livin’on ketchup soup, homemade
Crackers and KoolAid
I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
I’m a Nashville bum
I look good in cowboy clothes
And I sing through my nose
Webb said «That's the way to get 'er done»
I smoke good old PA
Like the Opry stars, they say
I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
I’m a Nashville bum
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Well, a friend of a friend of mine
Is a friend of art divines
And he finally got me on the Opry show
I walked out like a star
Tripped and busted my guitar
I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
I’m a Nashville bum
Well now, here’s a song I wrote
By myself, note for note
With a lot of help, if I make Number One
You can change a word or two
And I’ll give half of it to you
I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
I’m a Nashville bum
Yes, I’ll be a star tomorrow, but today
I’m a Nashville bum