There are a lot of sad stories
On the streets of this town
Among the flashing neon signs
And the sad country sound

And there’s lots of pretty women
To pull your world apart
Beneath the bright lights of Nashville
With their icy black hearts

Chorus:
The streets of Music City
Have been awful hard on me
I was gonna be a star
I had lots of hopes and dreams
Now I play lower Broadway
For tips and spare change
I wish it wasn’t raining
I wish it wasn’t so gray
On the streets of Music City today

Everything starts out in color
And slowly fades to black
Just like all the old memories
That always call you back

To the places you left behind
All the choices you made
On the way to Music City
And where you are today

Bridge:
I wish I’d never heard a fiddle
I wish I’d never seen a guitar
I wish I was a cowboy
I wish I was a country star

Chorus:
The streets of Music City
Have been awful hard on me
I was gonna be a star
I had lots of hopes and dreams
Now I play lower Broadway
For tips and spare change
I wish it wasn’t raining
I wish it wasn’t so gray
On the streets of Music City today

© Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey