Yet another excellent country-rocker co-written with Bob Clay. It originated from my realization that Nashville is as far left as I thought it was. Or as I am.

The first time I laid eyes on her
She was playing at the Bluebird
And every song that woman sang
Was the saddest I ever heard

Chorus:
She was a little left of Nashville
Just about right for San Antone
She blew straight through Tennessee
Like a west Texas cyclone

She and I fell in together
But it didn’t take very long
Till she started looking at me
While she sang all those hurting songs

Chorus:
She was a little left of Nashville
Just about right for San Antone
She blew straight through Tennessee
Like a west Texas cyclone

One day she said she was leaving
Going back to the lone star state
She traded in her country blues
For a rock and roll heart ache

Bridge:
She’s walking after midnight
Not standing by her man
She took a big piece of my heart
Now she plays in a rock and roll band

Chorus:
She was a little left of Nashville
Just about right for San Antone
She blew straight through Tennessee
Like a west Texas cyclone

© Kent Newsome and Bob Clay