I’ve played all the honky-tonks and redneck saloons, Every little beer joint from here to Calaboose. But now the time has come for me to pack my bags, Head on up to Nashville with a six-string on my back. Before I hit the Opry, there’s one place I gotta go, Where the King is laid to rest — oh Lord, bless his soul. Rolling out of Montgomery where I talked with Hank last night, He said, “Son, just sing the songs — the ones about your life.” I’m headed for Memphis, Nashville is next in line, Searching for my rainbow from the hills of Caroline. Traveled all the backroads, Lord, I’ve done my time — I’m headed for Memphis, Nashville is next in line. Nothing’s gonna stop me now, so kiss me 'fore I go, Got a pocket full of songs, pray they turn to gold. I can feel that Opry stage burning at my feet, I’ll be rolling into Nashville, middle of the week. I’ve slept in dive-town motels, played for tips and free beer, Heard a thousand stories from the dreamers living here. But every dusty mile keeps pushing me ahead — Chasing down a melody that echoes in my head. And if the lights don’t shine for me the way I always planned, I’ll still play the songs I wrote with calloused, honest hands. 'Cause somewhere in the midnight, on a lonely stretch of road, A dreamer finds his heartbeat in the chords he can’t let go. I’m headed for Memphis, Nashville is next in line, Searching for my rainbow from the hills of Caroline. Traveled all the backroads, Lord, I’ve done my time — I’m headed for Memphis, Nashville is next in line. Yeah, I’m headed for Memphis… Nashville is next in line.
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