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Nashville - David Houston In the year of fortythree mama fished feeding me And quickly rushes off to her job at Werthen's Bag Mill But at fourth and Monroe street a failing heart stopped her willing feet And mama gave up the ghost of life in the town of Nashville Daddy was in the county jail, so my older sister Nell Took job at a tavern that some folks called the trash mill And tho the welfare agency offered help, She smiled at me, And said, "no thanks, we'll get by in this town of Nashville," As a baby I went to school perched up high on a tavern stool, Listening to the songs on the jukebox at the trash mill. And the hurtin' in them sad old songs settled down in a poor boy's bones And I vowed I'd someday sing and play in Nashville So my older sister Nell like a true blue Southern Belle Bought me a second handed guitar from the Nashville good will 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 There is thill down in my home as it's my time to go on And I'm sure to good Lord, know just how I feel Thugh the call in near star, I cann't forget about my first guitar And woman who help me make it dig in the town of Nashville So my older sister Nell like a true blue Southern Belle Bought me a second handed guitar from the Nashville good will And woman who help me make it dig in the town of Nashville 2018/12/12/블루로즈
