Chicago was too cold
and New York was too busy
finally left Los Angeles
and no one there would miss me
I’m tired of the phony scene
and I’m weary of the road
but still I got this silly dream
that’s lookin’ for a home
So I’m headed down to Nashville in the Spring
yeah, I’m headed to where it’s natural, man
to play guitar and sing
Momma says, “you’re crazy, boy
like you’ve always been”
Daddy says, “you come back home
I wanna hear everything”
‘bout that Tennessee wood
those Tennessee women
those Tennessee nights
that Tennessee livin’
and playin’ that old Taylor all-day strong
‘bout that Tennessee food
and famous Hot Chicken
those Broadway lights
that Honky Tonk rhythm
tell me, son, will Nashville like your songs?
well, Daddy, I guess I’ll know before too long
so I’m headed down to Nashville in the Spring
headed to where it’s natural, man
to play guitar and sing
Momma says, “you’re lazy, boy
like you’ve always been”
Daddy says, “you come back home,
I wanna hear everything”
‘bout that Tennessee mood
that Tennessee mission
them Friday night fights
and Sunday forgivin’
and playin’ that old Taylor all-day strong
‘bout that Tennessee food
and BBQ Chicken
those Broadway lights
that Honky Tonk rhythm
tell me, boy, does Nashville like your songs?
and tell me, boy, do you feel like you belong?
well, Daddy, I guess I’ll know before too long