Music City Graveyard

Got a suitcase full of dreams and a broken down old car
A few, tattered country songs and a twenty-year-old guitar

The Ryman, the honky tonks, the Grand Ol’ Opry stage
Call thousands of hopefuls to Music City, USA

Chorus:
The Music City graveyard
Is full of dreams long dead
You can hear the echoes at night
Of all the songs that might have been

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Got a deep, burnin’ desire in your heart to be a star
But in Music City, USA, that won’t get you very far

It ain’t about money or fame; it’s about the need to try
With all your might, to live your dream before you die

Chorus:
The Music City graveyard
Is full of dreams long dead
You can hear the echoes at night
Of all the songs that might have been

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Musicians and singers, agents and music execs
Work their craft while some bribe with cash, drugs, or sex

Some have sold their souls; the price of fame can be high
In this graveyard, many souls and dreams lay down to die

The Music City graveyard
Is full of dreams long dead
You can hear the echoes at night
Of all the songs that might have been

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Bridge/Instrumental:
Even though that old graveyard’s there
Full of dreams that never went anywhere
Songs still echo in the Nashville night
Of all those who paid the highest price

The Music City graveyard
Is full of dreams long dead
You can hear the echoes at night
Of all the songs that might have been

The Music City graveyard
Is full of dreams long dead
You can hear the echoes at night
Of all the songs that might have been

© 1998 by JB Heston

 

 

 

 

 

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