In the year of forty three Mama finished feedin me And quickly rushed off to her job At Worthins Backmill But at fourth on Monroes street A faillin hearts stopped at willin feet And mama gave up the breath of life In the town of Nashville Daddy was in the county jail So my older sister Nell Took a job at a tavern That some folks called the Trashmill And when the welfare agency offered help Nell smiled at me No thanks but well get by In this town of Nashville As a kid I went to school Hurt stood high on a tavern stool A listenin to the songs On the jukebox at the Trashmill And that hurtin in them sad old songs Settled deep in a poor boys bones And I vowed Ill someday pick and sing in Nashville You might also likeSo my older sister Nell Like a true blue southern bell Bought me a second handed guitar From the Nashville goodwill Heaven would smile and bells would ring When I touched those shiny strings And I was the richest poor boy in the town of Nashville Theres a chill down in my bones As its my time to go on And Im sure the good Lord knows Just how I feel Though theyre callin me a star I cant forget about that first guitar And the lady who helped me to make it big In this town of Nashville
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