A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music use to make me smile.
We all got up to dance. Oh, but we never got the chance!
And as the players tried to take the field, the Marching Band refused to yield.
You're going to be buying your ticket with your heartache, you're gonna be payin' the man with your dues. You're gonna be living alone when you hear that whistle moan, you're gonna be learnin' to live with the blues.
There we were all in one place, a generation lost in space.
Over the years I've had more and more of an association with Nashville.