BABS:
Let me tell the story, people,
Of a young girl and her dream.
Determined she would lead the life
Of a country music queen.
Sold her soul to Music City
For a promise and a lie.
But the only thing they ever gave her
Was a kick in her backside.
Send me back to Nashville, honey.
Gonna take me one last ride.
Climb up on that bucking bronco,
Gonna wear out my backside.
Squeeze out every ounce of effort
'Til the sweat falls from each pore.
Send me back to Nashville, honey,
'Til I just can't take no more.
People said my voice was special;
Said that I should be on top.
Gave me bus fare and a quarter
Just to call in case I'd flop.
I went down just to look around
And from all that I could see,
There's about a million girls in Nashville
And they all sound just like me.
So, send me back to Nashville, honey,
Pack my hopes up in my dreams.
Guitar hanging from my shoulder
And my washed out faded jeans.
Paint my face on a picture postcard,
Tell the folks I'm doin' fine.
Oh, send me back to Nashville, honey,
Just to wilt there on the vine.
I gave it my very best;
More than two years of my life.
Bottom line was I'd be better off
Being some poor trucker's wife.
But at least I know that I had my shot;
Can't take that away from me,
And if I could've got just one good break
Just imagine where I'd be.
Oh, send me back to Nashville, honey,
Music City USA.
Play me out for the fool I was
In my trusting younger days.
Promise me both the moon and stars
'Til I give my soul away.
Oh, send me back to Nashville,
Music City USA.
Yes, send me back to Nashville,
Music city U - S - A..
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