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(Chorus)
The show last night was sold out, wrote it large 'cross the marquee
But tonight I'm hanging back down on the corner selling weed
I'm proof that what you're looking at ain't always what you see
Last night I played the Opry but tonight I'm selling weed

(Verse 1)
In the alley by The Ryman, where the legends used to walk
Lies a hundred years of dead careers, outlined in tears and chalk
I hate to pull the curtain back on everything you thought
But in this town it's pray and pay to play and number one's are bought
All them Nude suits, guitar shaped pools, and big ol' Cadillacs
But the stars don't talk, the tricks they've turned, that got them where they're at
Sometimes I hold a guitar, sometimes I hold a stash
Sometimes I play the songs, sometimes I take ol' Johnny's cash
Quick as it comes it can go
You wanna know how I know?

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(Verse 2)
There's ghosts in all them houses down on Sixth/Seventeenth
If you listen close they'll whisper "son, this shit ain't what it seems"
They've heard the voice of angels, watched the devil make his sales
To all the dreamers and the schemers and the kings and queens that fell
They've seen them come, they've seen them go
The revolving door called Music Row

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(Bridge)
You'll try to find a different way to say the same old thing
You'll try to write a song that someone else might wanna sing
You'll sacrifice your heart and soul for gold and stacks of green
'Cause when they hear you on the radio
The folks back home ain't gonna know
You're bowing down
Bow down to the machine
Now

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