Nashville 1972
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โฑ๏ธ 3:54 duration
๐ ID: 7117263
๐ Lyrics
One, two, three and
I had a dog named Banjo and a girl named Muffin
I'd just blew in from Texas, I didn't know nothing
But I found my way around this town with a friend that made, named Guy
Who loved Susanna and so did I
Now there was this run down shack on Acklen Avenue
That I shared with Skinny Dennis
And a poet name of Richard Dobson who had a novel he'd never finish
And that's when Johnny Rodrigues, David Olney and Steve Earle first came through
And every other guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
Now there was this tight-rope-walker who called herself the queen of Poughkeepsie
Who ran away from the circus with this roustabout red neck gypsy
Now they were Townes Van Zandt fans and prone to combustion
They fought like dogs in Spanish and made love in Russian
I wish Newberry and Buck White would drop on by the house tonight
Things have changed round here you bet, but it don't seem much better yet
I first met Willie Nelson with some friends at a party
I was 22 years old, and he must've been pushing 40
Now there was hippies and reefer and God knows what all I was drinking pretty hard
I played him this shitty song I wrote and puked out in the yard
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
I had a dog named Banjo and a girl named Muffin
I'd just blew in from Texas, I didn't know nothing
But I found my way around this town with a friend that made, named Guy
Who loved Susanna and so did I
Now there was this run down shack on Acklen Avenue
That I shared with Skinny Dennis
And a poet name of Richard Dobson who had a novel he'd never finish
And that's when Johnny Rodrigues, David Olney and Steve Earle first came through
And every other guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
Now there was this tight-rope-walker who called herself the queen of Poughkeepsie
Who ran away from the circus with this roustabout red neck gypsy
Now they were Townes Van Zandt fans and prone to combustion
They fought like dogs in Spanish and made love in Russian
I wish Newberry and Buck White would drop on by the house tonight
Things have changed round here you bet, but it don't seem much better yet
I first met Willie Nelson with some friends at a party
I was 22 years old, and he must've been pushing 40
Now there was hippies and reefer and God knows what all I was drinking pretty hard
I played him this shitty song I wrote and puked out in the yard
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.61] One, two, three and
[00:08.07]
[00:20.77] I had a dog named Banjo and a girl named Muffin
[00:28.41] I'd just blew in from Texas, I didn't know nothing
[00:35.66] But I found my way around this town with a friend that made, named Guy
[00:44.38] Who loved Susanna and so did I
[00:50.59] Now there was this run down shack on Acklen Avenue
[00:54.07] That I shared with Skinny Dennis
[00:58.70] And a poet name of Richard Dobson who had a novel he'd never finish
[01:05.84] And that's when Johnny Rodrigues, David Olney and Steve Earle first came through
[01:14.31] And every other guitar bum whose name I never knew
[01:21.91] Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
[01:27.88] Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
[01:36.28]
[01:49.70] Now there was this tight-rope-walker who called herself the queen of Poughkeepsie
[01:58.25] Who ran away from the circus with this roustabout red neck gypsy
[02:05.35] Now they were Townes Van Zandt fans and prone to combustion
[02:13.45] They fought like dogs in Spanish and made love in Russian
[02:21.35] I wish Newberry and Buck White would drop on by the house tonight
[02:27.88] Things have changed round here you bet, but it don't seem much better yet
[02:38.22] I first met Willie Nelson with some friends at a party
[02:46.12] I was 22 years old, and he must've been pushing 40
[02:53.13] Now there was hippies and reefer and God knows what all I was drinking pretty hard
[03:01.48] I played him this shitty song I wrote and puked out in the yard
[03:09.33] Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
[03:15.30] Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
[03:22.92] Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
[03:28.68]
[00:08.07]
[00:20.77] I had a dog named Banjo and a girl named Muffin
[00:28.41] I'd just blew in from Texas, I didn't know nothing
[00:35.66] But I found my way around this town with a friend that made, named Guy
[00:44.38] Who loved Susanna and so did I
[00:50.59] Now there was this run down shack on Acklen Avenue
[00:54.07] That I shared with Skinny Dennis
[00:58.70] And a poet name of Richard Dobson who had a novel he'd never finish
[01:05.84] And that's when Johnny Rodrigues, David Olney and Steve Earle first came through
[01:14.31] And every other guitar bum whose name I never knew
[01:21.91] Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
[01:27.88] Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
[01:36.28]
[01:49.70] Now there was this tight-rope-walker who called herself the queen of Poughkeepsie
[01:58.25] Who ran away from the circus with this roustabout red neck gypsy
[02:05.35] Now they were Townes Van Zandt fans and prone to combustion
[02:13.45] They fought like dogs in Spanish and made love in Russian
[02:21.35] I wish Newberry and Buck White would drop on by the house tonight
[02:27.88] Things have changed round here you bet, but it don't seem much better yet
[02:38.22] I first met Willie Nelson with some friends at a party
[02:46.12] I was 22 years old, and he must've been pushing 40
[02:53.13] Now there was hippies and reefer and God knows what all I was drinking pretty hard
[03:01.48] I played him this shitty song I wrote and puked out in the yard
[03:09.33] Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
[03:15.30] Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
[03:22.92] Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill and blow us all away
[03:28.68]