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Joe Ely (born February 9, 1947, Amarillo, Texas, United States) is an American singer, songwriter and guitarist whose music touches on honky-tonk, Texas Country, Tex-Mex and rock and roll. more »

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1984

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I was standing at the end of the very longest line 
Between everywhere and nowhere, I could not make up my mind 
Stole enough to keep me honest, walked a crooked mile, I know 
I had more time than money, I had no place left to go 
Closed my eyes and chose a destination like any good refugee 
I stuck a fork into a road map right through Nashville, Tennessee 
Swimming pools, country stars 
Hitchhiking on the shoulder of the road to nowhere fast 
I flagged down a ride, next thing I know we're haulin' ass 
I turned to the scarecrow, to the lion, to the tin man 
I said "Everyone in Nashville gonna wonder where we been, man" 
'Cross the bridge into Memphis, I had my hat in my hand 
Paid our respects to The King and drove on to the promised land 
Welcome to Nashville, land of opportunity 
Welcome to Nashville, your cab driver knows Alan Jackson 
Welcome to Nashville, the dreams are shoulder-to-shoulder 
Welcome to Nashville
We crossed against the light on Broadway, we just got into town 
Nobody saw the blind man who was showing us around 
He'd just moved back to Nashville for the forty-second time 
Introduced himself as "Hey buddy, can you spare a dime?" 
He was back without a vengeance, he arrived there with a thud 
He was living on the sidewalk, he was thinning out his blood 
I told the hotel clerk about my band and our show in town tonight 
He said "Let me guess, John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right? 
Take a look around you, buddy, don't you know where you are? 
You can't throw a rock without hitting some guy with a guitar
Since you brought it up I must confess I got my own band, too" 
He said his name was Wallace Hartley, I said "Fancy meetin' you! 
Welcome to Nashville, everyone's a songwriter 
Welcome to Nashville, get yourself a crappy day job 
Welcome to Nashville, they're gonna tear you a new one 
Welcome to Nashville
If a tree falls in the forest and there's no one around 
If a band plays in Nashville, does it make a sound? 
We did our bit, three minutes that nobody came to see 
But we sure put some time out of its misery 
Singin' 'bout wallpaper cowboys and Hemmingway cats 
To a conflict of disinterest from their boots down to their hats 
I sang 'em six or seven hundred of my very best melodies 
They just said "Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?" 
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go 
I got heartaches by the number, hear that lonesome whistle blow 
I took the grand tour, lived the nightlife, saw the rose garden too 
Found a good-hearted woman but I can't stop lovin' you 
If it's only make-believe, well, who's to bless and who's to blame? 
'Cause I walked the line and they never even called me by my name 
Welcome to Nashville, man, these guys are serious 
Welcome to Nashville, I've got a friend who's got a friend 
Welcome to Nashville, would you like fries with that? 
Welcome to Nashville, now go on home

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