Key to the city, on the wall Platinum albums line your hall So how come nobody’s returning your call When all you want to do is sing
Too old to start over, too young to quit But it’s been so long since you hit And everyone knows that since Elvis split, the almighty dollar is king
There on the jukebox Ain’t that your name Hey, weren’t you headed for the Hall of Fame?
Well, you’re tried and you’re tested And your songs are still requested But you can’t even get arrested in Nashville
If they make you an offer, you won’t refuse Down here they don’t let beggars choose But didn’t you already pay these dues About a million miles ago They say your name is still a household word But what good is it, if you can’t get heard
Well, you’re tried and you’re tested And your whole life is invested But you can’t even get arrested
Time is not on your side Oh, time is on the rise You know it’s not enough to just break even When all your true believers stop believin’
Well, you’re tried and you’re tested And your songs are still requested But you can’t even get arrested
Well, you’re tried and you’re tested And your whole life is invested But you can’t even get arrested… in Nashville