1995,
I stayed at the Fiddler's Inn
On a seven -day getaway
family vacation
Ernest Tubb record shop,
and a 9 o 'clock opry show
Next day we took a ride,
ride over to Music Row
That night we hit the bluebird,
I saw Tony Harada
Got his autograph and just like that
I knew what I wanted to do with my life
I knew right where I wanted to go
And here there was no hesitation
I was destination, music road
Where the pen meets the paper
Where the pickets, the strains
Little house s full of people
drinking coffee
Wearing jeans and chasing dreams
Trying to strike a little country gold
But the truth is most the music
don't see the light of day
And a lot of the best songs
never find their way to the radio
But if you do end up
hearing one you know
Good chance it found its wings
down on Music Row
Some of my best friends
I've met in this town
We talk about our lives
and then we write it down
Sometimes it's just for laughs,
sometimes we're baring our souls
I don't know of any other two streets
That got a heartbeat like music, no
No, I don't
Where the pen meets the paper
Where the pickets the strings
Little houses full of people
Drinking coffee, wearing jeans
Chasing dreams
Trying to strike a little country gold
But the truth is most of the music
I see the light of day
And a lot of them their songs
never find their way to the radio
But if you do end up
hearing one you know
Good chance it found its wings
down on music road
It don't look like it did, back in the day
But the looks weren't ever
what it was about anyway
And there's some kid tonight
in his bedroom strumming chords
Tryin' to find a rhyme for a long
Someday you'll bring
that heartbreak down
To Guitar Town, hit the roundabout
And pour it all out on Music Row
Down on Music Row
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