I saw a picture on a postcard when I was 10 years old

And them bright lights seemed to call me and I knew 

someday I'd go

Yeah I had myself some big plans; I swore I'd be a star

So I headed out at 18, just a suitcase and a car.



Now I watch the snow outside my window, man it sure is 

coming down

I sure hate this kind of weather and I hate this kind 

of town

That old guitar in the corner, I should've never 

learned to play

?Cause the songs that we've been writin', just ain't 

sellin' here these days.



(Chorus)

Well, I've seen good times, come and go

And I've heard some big lies down on Music Row

It's a town full of dreams that have been killed

Down in Nashville.



Met a homeless man on Broadway, he said he used to be 

like me

Said he left his wife and family, to run out and chase 


a dream

Well he made a little money, but for the price of his 

own soul

Then they spit him out and dropped him, before he got 

too old.



(Repeat Chorus)



This city's nothing special, just a lot of lights and 

smoke

They use to hide the pressures and the hearts that have 

been broke

This town can tear your life up and make a wreck of any 

plans

So I'm packin' up what's left here and goin' back to 

Alabam'.



Well, I've seen good times come and go

And I've heard some big lies down on Music Row

It's a town full of dreams that have been killed

Where the songs you write and sing are all that's real

Down in Nashville.



I saw a picture on a postcard when I was 10 years old.