Where Singers Go To die
By Gunslinger
Where Singers Go To DieI re-strung my old guitar-Put on my western suit.Brushed and blocked my old felt hat,And polished up my boots.My friends had often told me,You really ought to try-So I started off for Music Row-Where singers go to die.I've banged on that old six-stringFor nearly thirty years.Worn a lot of callouses-And shed a lot of tears...I know some others made it,Old Hank sang, 'Love Sick Blues'.Carl Perkins hit the big time-When he cut his 'Blue Suede Shoes'.The Possum made his debut-When he sang of cheating love,I can almost hear him singing-'The Window Up Above'. For every one that made it,A hundred had to try,And washed out up on Music Row,Where singers go to die.I started playing extras-In all them Nashville bars... With second rate, and out of date,And never-had-it stars.I hit town seven years ago-I've done forgotten why...Another notch for Music RowWhere singers go to die. Written September 3rd, 2001 © on Sep 03 2001 09:59 AM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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"Where Singers Go To DieI re-strung my old guitar-Put on my western suit.Brushed and blocked my old felt hat,And polished up my boots.My friends had often told me,You really ought to try-So I started off for Music Row-Where singers go to die.I've banged on that old six-stringFor nearly thirty years.Worn a lot of callouses-And shed a lot of tears...I know some others made it,Old Hank sang, 'Love Sick Blues'.Carl Perkins hit the big time-When he cut his 'Blue Suede Shoes'.The Possum made his debut-When he sang of cheating love,I can almost hear him singing-'The Window Up Above'. For every one that made it,A hundred had to try,And washed out up on Music Row,Where singers go to die.I started playing extras-In all them Nashville bars... With second rate, and out of date,And never-had-it stars.I hit town seven years ago-I've done forgotten why...Another notch for Music RowWhere singers go to die...."