| Key to the city, on the wall
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| Platinum albums line your hall
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| So how come nobody’s returning your call
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| When all you want to do is sing
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| Too old to start over, too young to quit
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| But it’s been so long since you hit
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| And everyone knows that since Elvis split, the almighty dollar is king
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| There on the jukebox
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| Ain’t that your name
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| Hey, weren’t you headed for the Hall of Fame?
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| Well, you’re tried & you’re tested
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| And your songs are still requested
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| But you can’t even get arrested in Nashville
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| If they make you an offer, you won’t refuse
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| Down here they don’t let beggars choose
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| But didn’t you already pay these dues
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| About a million miles ago
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| They say your name is still a household word
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| But what good is it, if you can’t get heard
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| Well, you’re tried & you’re tested
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| And your whole life is invested
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| But you can’t even get arrested
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| Time is not on your side
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| Oh, time is on the rise
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| You know it’s not enough to just break even
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| When all your true believers stop believin'
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| Well, you’re tried & you’re tested
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| And your songs are still requested
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| But you can’t even get arrested
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| Well, you’re tried & you’re tested
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| And your whole life is invested
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| But you can’t even get arrested… in Nashville |