Natalie And Nashville

Natalie kicked her butt at 6am,
punched a clock and home again
Every Friday night, she'd drink and dream
and spin the bottle in that water ring
Takin’ chances with the winkers,
makin’ love with stranger men
Then up on Sunday mornin’
going down to confession again


Her fingers wrapped a pen last night
inkin’ in blood, her broken pain
Dropped off in the rain, at music row
he'd cursed as the car sped on again
You can take your damned old songs
sing them in bars until you’re hoarse
They don’t care about your hometown songs,
just the polish you scratched on the lobby floor!

Natalie and Nashville are gonna collide on I 95
She’s got this idea and hell couldn’t make her fry
She’d kill for country music, She’d lie to save her soul,
She’d sell herself to make a hit, down on Music row