歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Dust motes dance in the golden light Found an old box tucked out of sight Cracked leather stamps under the knife Stitching the ghosts of a quiet life Faded ink on a yellowed page A secret kept from a different age [Pre-Chorus] Postmarked winter seventy-eight Written before it was too late But he never licked the seal Kept the way he felt real [Chorus] Oh Nashville was a neon ghost A thousand miles from this fence post He traded the stage for the stitching wire Quenched the flame but kept the fire Tending the roots while the dreams flew high Underneath this wide-open sky [Verse] He wrote to a name on a vinyl sleeve Songs about why a man should leave Told 'em how the river sounds at dawn And how the heavy winter lingers on He had the words but lacked the nerve To take the highway's lonely curve [Chorus] Oh Nashville was a neon ghost A thousand miles from this fence post He traded the stage for the stitching wire Quenched the flame but kept the fire Tending the roots while the dreams flew high Underneath this wide-open sky [Bridge] The Opry crackles on the dash Silver strings and a cymbal crash Maybe he won every time he stayed In the quiet life and the choices made The saddles he mended the hands he shook More than any song in a rhyming book [Verse] I’m rubbing oil in a work-worn seat Feeling the rhythm of the city street Through the letters he never sent I finally see where the magic went Into the soil and the family name Better than a moment of hollow fame [Chorus] Oh Nashville was a neon ghost A thousand miles from this fence post He traded the stage for the stitching wire Quenched the flame but kept the fire Tending the roots while the dreams flew high Underneath this wide-open sky [Post-Chorus] Just a quiet man in a small town Never let the hammer down He kept the rhythm in the grain Through the sunshine and the rain [Outro]
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