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  1. Hold On Nashville

From the recording Passing Through (2011)

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Lyrics

HOLD ON NASHVILLE
Looking at the red-eye
Woefully wishing I could fly
But as the weight of my wallet goes
I’m a greyhound kind of guy
I’ve got my six-string and my suitcase
A week’s full of wages and a worn-out face
But like the needle running through the groove
I’m gonna make my break I got something to prove
Hold on Nashville here I come
You’re gonna have to adopt this immigrant son
You’ll have no choice I’ll be there every night
Got a bit of a voice and I can write
To all of you six-string singers in town
You better get your boots back on the ground
I think it’s time that you spit out your bubble-gum
Hold on Nashville….hold on Nashville here I come
I overheard the bus driver say
I run down at least a dozen a day
He said long as I’ve been running this track,
Every other day I run another dozen back
But if you’re good son you’ll get a chance
They might invite you to the dance
I said sir you just don’t understand
You’ll never catch me dancing to that kind of band
Hold on Nashville here I come
You’re gonna have to adopt this immigrant son
You’ll have no choice I’ll be there every night
Got a bit of a voice and I can write
To all of you six-string singers in town
You better get your boots back on the ground
I think it’s time that you spit out your bubble-gum
Hold on Nashville….hold on Nashville here I come
As I look out upon the road
I got the feeling that my future’s told
I got a couple of dreams to share
I’m never quite sure if they’re going anywhere
But if you see me make the climb
Have a gentle prayer on my mind
And remember all of the songs are true
Most about loving all of you
Hold on Nashville here I come
You’re gonna have to adopt this immigrant son
You’ll have no choice I’ll be there every night
Got a bit of a voice and I can write
To all of you six-string singers in town
You better get your boots back on the ground
I think it’s time that you spit out your bubble-gum
Hold on Nashville….hold on Nashville here I come