Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nashville , by - The Cats. Song from the album Golden Years Of Dutch Pop Music, in the genre ПопRelease date: 15.11.2018
Record label: A USM Release;
Song language: English
Nashville |
| Kids were born with banjo’s in they’re hands |
| Before they’re ten they learn the tricks, the picking and the slapping |
| And dream to be the leader of the band |
| Hundreds of them work they’re guts out lookin' for a rainbow |
| That never seems to visit village halls |
| The music calls and Nashville people never learn to say no |
| That’s why their strumming comes from subway walls |
| There’s no room at the top, for anyone for long |
| No room at the top, for any kind of song for long |
| L.A. seems to be the place where high keeps getting higher |
| Dope is found on supermarket racks, eight miles isn’t high enough for L.A. |
| 's mess desire |
| Since the town abolished pleasure tax |
| Psycho music killed it self dying by the needle |
| And paved the way for folk rock in its place |
| The synthesizers couldn’t stay beside the country fiddle |
| It didn’t seem to want to win the race |
| There’s no room at the top, for anyone for long |
| No room at the top, for any kind of song for long |
| Well, you know, there is no room at the top not for anybody, any soul for long |
| No room at the top for any kind of song for long |
| No room at the top for anyone for long |
| No room at the top for any kind of song for long |