Sounds like Nashville - on my radio
It’s Thursday evening, almost nine,
foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time,
with juke-box tales of love’s romance,
the county jail, a second chance,
for bourbon belles or backroad trucks,
mail-box motels, living on luck,
from one horse towns to city bars,
acoustic sounds that drive guitars,
harmonicas with prairie dust,
Americana, steel mill rust,
cornbread kitchen, joy, and sorrow,
songs that long for bright tomorrows,
it’s Nashville on my radio,
Bob Harris and his Country Show!
Copyright © Martin Challender | Year Posted 2024
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