| If you want to be a star
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| That’s where youve got to go
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| I could feel a change a comin
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| I left my hometown a hummin
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| With my ol guitar a strummin
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| Songs that I had wrote
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| I was on my way to nashville
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| I just couldnt hardly wait
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| Till I could sing my songs
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| To the folks on music row
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| I got into nashville early
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| Sleepy, hungry, tired and dirty
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| And on the steps of rca
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| I ate a stale, sweet roll
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| In the fountain at the hall of fame
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| I washed my face and read the names
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| In the walkway of the stars
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| Down on music row
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| Repeat chorus
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| I waited there till eight oclock
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| When office doors became unlocked
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| Then I started walkin
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| Down the streets of music row
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| Just a walkin up and down the street
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| Tryin to find out who to see
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| To help me get on record
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| And to hear the songs I’d wrote
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| But I found it goin rough
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| Everyone was all tied up Either in a conference
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| Or in the studio
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| They said that I could leave a tape
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| But theyd suggest I didn’t wait
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| Cause everyone was awful busy
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| Down on music row
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| But I could feel that change a comin
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| And I just kept right on a hummin
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| With my ol guitar still strummin
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| All them songs that I’d wrote
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| And then chet and bob at rca
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| Well, they listened to my songs that day
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| And they both told me that I was on my way
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| Down on music row
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| Repeat chorus |