In the year of forty three
Mama finished feedin' me
And quickly rushed off to her job
At Worthin's Backmill
But at fourth on Monroe's street
A faillin' hearts stopped at willin' feet
And mama gave up the breath of life
In the town of Nashville
Daddy was in the county jail
So my older sister Nell
Took a job at a tavern
That some folks called the Trashmill
And when the welfare agency offered help
Nell smiled at me
No thanks but we'll get by
In this town of Nashville
As a kid I went to school
Hurt stood high on a tavern stool
A listenin' to the songs
On the jukebox at the Trashmill
And that hurtin' in them sad old songs
Settled deep in a poor boy's bones
And I vowed I'll someday pick and sing in Nashville
So my older sister Nell
Like a true blue southern bell
Bought me a second handed guitar
From the Nashville goodwill
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's a chill down in my bones
As it's my time to go on
And I'm sure the good Lord knows
Just how I feel
Though they're callin' me a star
I can't forget about that first guitar
And the lady who helped me to make it big
In this town of Nashville
Mama finished feedin' me
And quickly rushed off to her job
At Worthin's Backmill
But at fourth on Monroe's street
A faillin' hearts stopped at willin' feet
And mama gave up the breath of life
In the town of Nashville
Daddy was in the county jail
So my older sister Nell
Took a job at a tavern
That some folks called the Trashmill
And when the welfare agency offered help
Nell smiled at me
No thanks but we'll get by
In this town of Nashville
As a kid I went to school
Hurt stood high on a tavern stool
A listenin' to the songs
On the jukebox at the Trashmill
And that hurtin' in them sad old songs
Settled deep in a poor boy's bones
And I vowed I'll someday pick and sing in Nashville
So my older sister Nell
Like a true blue southern bell
Bought me a second handed guitar
From the Nashville goodwill
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's a chill down in my bones
As it's my time to go on
And I'm sure the good Lord knows
Just how I feel
Though they're callin' me a star
I can't forget about that first guitar
And the lady who helped me to make it big
In this town of Nashville
( Stonewall Jackson )
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