There's a city of lights and ambition in the heart of Tennessee for every star, there's a second-rate bar where the rest of us finish our drinks There's a hundred six-string slingers just like there were the night before any one night, your name's up in lights and the next you wipe the floor
So baby tell me why you ended up here I know this ain't your scene and you know this ain't my year
There's a place off of 2nd and Broadway where fake cowboys go to drink we'll play all night, while they try to hide their tears while they sing There's a girl at the back of the bar smiling at me from against the wall she's in a song I've written, she's the sweetest little kitten but I still ain't seen her claws
So baby tell me why you ended up here I know this ain't your scene and you know this ain't my year So baby tell me why you still stick around you know there ain't a lot left for a guy like me in this town
There's a surplus of neon in Nashville where the river hits the street let it light, but don't let it hide the crime and the concrete and that girl at the back of the room smiling at me and my guitar it gets me by, just to see her eyes I'm still her undeserving star