Hey Nashvegas I'm calling on the phone I'm stuck out here in the honky tonks, wondering what's going on How's life in the big machine? I'm living lean but I guess I'm doing fine And that beat up guitar and a song that whines 'Bout a broken heart from a woman I left behind
Hey Nashvegas I been pickin' underground Playing for some new folks and looking for a sound I still sing my song like a good old boy I'm praying that they he ain't a dying breed I just can't dance in a straight line Circle the floor, that's the way they taught it to me
Hey Nashvegas I'm coming into town Playing it the way I was raised, don't wanna put nobody down Well the antiques and the new heat are here tomorrow, gone yesterday Yes I've blown some deals for keeping it real And I ain't so sure if Waylon would've done it this way