In Nashville
In Nashville, every bar is filled
With music and with booze.
The patrons fill the tip jars
Of whichever bands they choose.
The past four days we joined them,
Hearing songs and drinking beer,
But now we’re back at home
In our familiar atmosphere.
So tonight on Nashville’s Broadway,
As the fans prolong their sips,
Singers strum guitars and bang on drums
While others give them tips.
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