The Nashville Sound – Lyrics

The Last of My Kind

I couldn’t be happy in the city at night.
Can’t see the stars for the neon lights.
Sidewalk’s dirty and the river is worse.
Underground trains all run in reverse.
Nobody here can dance like me,
everybody clapping on the one and three.

Am I the last of my kind?
Am I the last of my kind?

So many people with so much to do.
Winter so cold my hands turn blue.
Old men sleeping on the filthy ground
spend their whole day just walking around.
Nobody else here seems to care.
They walk right past them like they ain’t even there.

Am I the last of my kind?
Am I the last of my kind?

Daddy said the river would always lead me home
but the river can’t take me back in time, and Daddy’s dead and gone.
The family’s farm’s a parking lot for Walton’s Five and Dime.

Am I the last of my kind?
Am I the last of my kind?

Tried to go to college but I didn’t belong.
Everything I said was either funny or wrong.
Laughed at my boots and laughed at my jeans.
Laughed when they gave me amphetamines
left me alone in a bad part of town.
Thirty–six hours to come back down.

Am I the last of my kind?
Am I the last of my kind?

Mama says God won’t give you too much to bear.
That might be true in Arkansas, but I’m a long long way from there.
That whole world’s an old and faded picture in my mind.
Am I the last of my kind?
Am I the last of my kind?

 

Cumberland Gap

There’s an answer here, if I look hard enough.
There’s a reason why I always reach for the harder stuff.
Wasn’t my daddy’s way, he was down in the mines all day.
I know he wanted more than mouths to feed and bills to pay.

Maybe the Cumberland Gap just swallows you whole.

I ain’t cut out for war, unless I know what I’m fighting for.
And there’s nothing here but churches, bars and grocery stores.
Ain’t much money in the old–time mandolin
so I cash my check and I drink ’til I’m on my ass again.

Maybe the Cumberland Gap just swallows you whole.

Remember when we could see the mountain’s peak?
The sparkle off the amphibole?
Like a giant golden eagle’s beak.
Now they say no one wants the coal.

I thought about moving away, but what would my momma say?
I’m all that she has left and I’m with her every day.
Soon as the sun goes down, find my way to the Mustang Lounge.
If you don’t sit facing the window, you could be in any town.
Maybe the Cumberland Gap just swallows you whole.

 

Tupelo

Haven’t been wasted in a long time,
but tonight it feels just fine.
Riding home with the windows up
alone with a plastic cup of real good wine.

When I get out of this hole I’m going to Tupelo.
There’s a girl down there that’ll treat me fair.
You get about a week of spring then the summer is blistering
so there ain’t no one from here that’ll follow me there.
No there ain’t no one from here that’ll follow me there.

She said there’s nothing left to talk about
and at my age, I should’ve figured out
which drawer to put the good knives in.
The wars between the weekends tore our playhouse down.

I kept her close, way too close to me.
But she never lived up to my memories.
Driving fast with the windows down,
a past I don’t belong to now. A mystery.

When I get out of this hole I’m going to Tupelo.
There’s a girl down there that’ll treat me fair.
You get about a week of spring then summer is blistering
so there ain’t no one from here that’ll follow me there.
No there ain’t no one from here that’ll follow me there.

 

White Man’s World

I’m a white man living in a white man’s world.
Under our roof is a baby girl
and I thought this world could be hers one day
but her mama knew better.

I’m a white man living in a white man’s town.
Wanna take a shot of cocaine and burn it down.
Mama wants to change that Nashville sound
but they’re never gonna let her.

There’s no such thing as someone else’s war.
Your creature comforts aren’t the only things worth fighting for.
You’re still breathing. It’s not too late.
We’re all carrying one great burden, sharing one fate.

I’m a white man living on a white man’s street.
Got the bones of the red man under my feet.
The highway runs through the burial grounds
past the oceans of cotton.

I’m a white man looking in a black man’s eyes
wishing I’d never been one of the guys
who pretended not to hear another white man’s joke.
Old times ain’t forgotten.

There’s no such thing as someone else’s war.
Your creature comforts aren’t the only things worth fighting for.
You’re still breathing. It’s not too late.
We’re all carrying one great burden, sharing one fate.

I’m a white man living in a white man’s nation.
Think the man upstairs must’ve took a vacation.
I still have faith, but I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s the fire in my little girl’s eyes.
Maybe it’s the fire in my little girl’s eyes.

 

If We Were Vampires

It’s not the long flowing dress that you’re in
or the light coming off of your skin,
the fragile heart you protected for so long
or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong.

It’s not your hands, searching slow in the dark
or your nails leaving love’s watermark.
It’s not the way you talk me off the roof
your questions like directions to the truth.

It’s knowing that this can’t go on forever
Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone.
Maybe we’ll get forty years together, but one day I’ll be gone
or one day you’ll be gone.

If we were vampires and death was a joke
we’d go out on the sidewalk and smoke
and laugh at all the lovers and their plans.
I wouldn’t feel the need to hold your hand.

Maybe time running out is a gift.
I’ll work hard ‘til the end of my shift.
Give you every second I can find
and hope it isn’t me who’s left behind.

It’s knowing that this can’t go on forever
Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
Maybe we’ll get forty years together, but one day I’ll be gone
or one day you’ll be gone.

 

Anxiety

Anxiety, how do you always get the best of me?
I’m out here living in a fantasy
and I can’t enjoy a goddamn thing.
Anxiety, why am I never where I’m supposed to be?
Even with my lover sleeping close to me,
I’m wide awake and I’m in pain.

Watching the sunrise slice through the blinds.
The dust in the room hovers over my eyes.
Lying here in silence, wife and child still sleeping deep enough to dream.
I know I’m a lucky man today but so afraid that time will take it all from me.

Anxiety, how do you always get the best of me?
I’m out here living in a fantasy
and I can’t enjoy a goddamn thing.
Anxiety, why am I never where I’m supposed to be?
Even with my lover sleeping close to me,
I’m wide awake and I’m in pain.

It’s the weight of the world but it’s nothing at all.
I’m light as a prayer then I feel myself fall.
You gotta give me a minute, cause I’m way down in it, I can’t breathe so I can’t speak.
I wanna be strong and steady, always ready. Now I feel so small, I feel so weak.

Anxiety, how do you always get the best of me?
I’m out here living in a fantasy,
and I can’t enjoy a goddamn thing.
Anxiety, why am I never where I’m supposed to be?
Even with my lover sleeping close to me,
I’m wide awake and I’m in pain

A crowded room is a burning battlefield.
If I don’t move, I’ll come undone.
My heart beats hard, a hammer striking steel.
Do I walk now, or wait and run?

Anxiety, how do you always get the best of me?
I should be living in a fantasy
and I can’t enjoy a goddamn thing.
Anxiety, why am I never where I’m supposed to be?
Even with my lover sleeping close to me,
I’m wide awake and I’m in pain.

 

Molotov

Another life but I still remember
a county fair, a steamy September
in the year of the tiger, nineteen–something.
I was broke and you were unbroken.
Our little jokes to keep it unspoken.
Even then I knew that you were the last one.

I broke a promise to myself
to ride the throttle ’til the wheels came off,
burn out like a Molotov in the night sky.
I broke a promise to myself
and made a couple to a brown–eyed girl
who rode with me through this mean old world
never say die.

Time flies when you’re making babies.
Do you miss your little black Mercedes?
Do you miss the girl you once had time to be?
When you said we had the same three wishes
I hope you weren’t being facetious
and I hope you still see fire inside of me.

I broke a promise to myself
to ride the throttle ’til the wheels came off,
burn out like a Molotov in the night sky.
I broke a promise to myself
and made a couple to a brown–eyed girl
who rode with me through this mean old world
never say die.

 

Chaos and Clothes

The ground was wet, the sky was dark.
You took her bet, and she took your heart
and wrapped it around an oak tree like you did that ’67 GTO. Oh no.
But lovers leave chaos and clothes
in quiet corners where you rarely ever go.
one day you find proof that she was real despite your struggle to forget. Oh yes.

You’re in a fight to the death, my friend.
A black metal t–shirt your shield.
You’ve got the past on your breath, my friend.
Now name all the monsters you’ve killed.
Let’s name all the monsters you’ve killed.

The man she chose to take your place
turns his collar up to better frame his face.
How you’d love to hate her but you just can’t hate somebody you don’t know. Oh no.
And did she leave a trail of crumbs
so you could find her when you’re what you could become?
Or did she know you well enough to realize that garden just won’t grow? Oh no.

You’re in a fight to the death, my friend.
The airwaves a grand battlefield.
You’ve got the past on your breath, my friend.
Now name all the monsters you’ve killed.
Let’s name all the monsters you’ve killed.

In my sleep I build machines.
But nobody ever wants to hear about my dreams.
Last night I saw a burning Ferris wheel, the meaning’s anybody’s guess. Oh yes.
Lovers leave chaos and clothes,
more debris than you can sort through in one go.
You say love is hell but it’s the ghost of love that’s made you such a mess. Oh yes.

You’re in a fight to the death, my friend.
Fight like you’re chained to the wheel.
You’ve got the past on your breath, my friend.
Now name all the monsters you’ve killed.
Let’s name all the monsters you’ve killed.

 

Hope the High Road

I used to think that this was my town
what a stupid thing to think.
I hear you’re fighting off a breakdown.
I myself am on the brink.
I used to want to be a real man.
I don’t know what that even means.
Now I just want you in my arms again
and we can search each other’s dreams.

I know you’re tired and you ain’t sleeping well.
Uninspired and likely mad as hell,
but wherever you are I hope the high road leads you home again.

Heard enough of the white man’s blues.
I’ve sang enough about myself.
So if you’re looking for some bad news
you can find it somewhere else.
Last year was a son of a bitch
for nearly everyone we know.
But I ain’t fighting with you down in the ditch.
I’ll meet you up here on the road.

I know you’re tired and you ain’t sleeping well.
Uninspired and likely mad as hell,
But wherever you are I hope the high road leads you home again.

We’ll ride the ship down, dumping buckets overboard.
There can’t be more of them than us. There can’t be more.

I know you’re tired and you ain’t sleeping well.
Uninspired and likely mad as hell,
but wherever you are I hope the high road leads you home again
to a world you want to live in.

 

Something to Love

I hope you find something to love.
Something to do when you feel like giving up.
A song to sing or a tale to tell.
Something to love, it’ll serve you well.

I was born in a tiny Southern town.
I grew up with all my family around.
We made music on the porch on Sunday nights,
old men with old guitars smoking Winston Lights.

Old women harmonizing with the wind.
Singing softly to the savior like a friend.
They taught me how to make the chords and sing the words.
I’m still singing like that great speckled bird.

I hope you find something to love.
Something to do when you feel like giving up.
A song to sing or a tale to tell.
Something to love, it’ll serve you well.

Tonight we’re lying on a blanket in the yard.
The wind is cold, the sky is dark, the ground is hard.
But your mama loves to count the stars at night,
so if I get a little chill then that’s alright.

I hope you find something to love.
Something to do when you feel like giving up.
A song to sing or a tale to tell.
Something to love, it’ll serve you well.

You were born on a hot late summer day.
We turned you loose and tried to stay out of your way.
I don’t quite recognize the world you’ll call home.
Just find what makes you happy girl, and do it ’til you’re gone.

I hope you find something to love.
Something to do when you feel like giving up.
A song to sing or a tale to tell.
Something to love, it’ll serve you well.