| The sign says «Welcome to Nashville»
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| From whatever road you’ve been down
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| It seems like the first of the milestones
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| For here is the city, the town
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| It’s a quaint, old mystical city
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| Where legends and idols have stood
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| It’s a place, where dreams come to harbor
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| A country boy’s Hollywood
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| But it’s lonely at sundown in Nashville
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| That’s when beaten souls start to weep
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| Each evening at sundown in Nashville
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| They sweep broken dreams off the street
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| You’ll walk, down 16th to Broadway
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| Into a world of heartache and pain
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| Where hillbilly honky tonk angels
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| Cry out, from the dark side of fame
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| You’ll find, some discarded love songs
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| And tear stains all over the ground
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| In a city where dreams get shattered
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| And swept to the outskirts of town
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| But it’s lonely at sundown in Nashville
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| That’s when beaten souls start to weep
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| Each evening at sundown in Nashville
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| They sweep, broken dreams off the street
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| They sweep, broken dreams off the street |