Another run down the highway, the daylight getting thin, So many signs I’ve seen, not sure where I’ve been Any stretch of highway can pull you through the years, Back to every song you carry, every doubt and every fear. My father chased the dream, played the bars from town to town, Had a couple songs on the radio, before Music City took him down. Back in ’73 that town was ruthless, gatekeepers and deal breakers It wasn’t ever about the talent, just the power of dream makers I just keep driving, keep writing my own songs I don’t ever worry, if no one sings along I don’t need a stage, to tell me who I am It’s Ninety-nine miles to Nashville, and driving right through it is my plan. You see I live outside that city, where dreams turn to dust, I’ve seen so much talent turned away, that I no longer trust Sure, some make it big, they say there’s just not enough room Yet still they spin those stories, drawing musicians to their tomb So I just keep driving, keep writing my own songs I still don’t ever worry, if no one sings along I still don’t need a stage, to tell me who I am It’s Ninety nine miles to Nashville, and driving right through it is my plan I know you’re out there hurting, thinking you ain’t good enough, Thinking dreams are only measured by the shine of Music City love. But the truth is in the trying, in the voice you carry through If Nashville never knows your name, the world still needs you. So you keep driving, you keep writing, Even when no one sings along You don’t need their stage, so turn the page and write another song If you can keep gigging, and singing at those bars You don’t need that town to wear your crown You’re already made of stars. We’re all Ninety-nine miles from Nashville, Except for a lucky few But my best advice, if you’re ever close be sure you drive right through
