Down On Music Row

Down on Music Row
 Down on Music Row
 If you want to be a star
 That's where you've got to go
 
 I could feel a change a-comin'
 I left my hometown a-hummin'
 With my ol' guitar a-strummin'
 Songs that I had wrote
 I was on my way to Nashville
 I just couldn't hardly wait
 'Til I could sing my songs
 To the folks on Music Row
 I got into Nashville early
 Sleepy, hungry, tired, and dirty
 And on the steps of RCA
 I ate a stale, sweet roll
 In the fountain, at the Hall of Fame
 Washed my face and read the names
 In the walkway of the stars
 Down on Music Row
 Down on Music Row
 Down on Music Row
 If you want to be a star
 That's where you've got to go
 
 I waited there, 'til eight o'clock
 When office doors became unlocked
 Then I started walking
 Down the street of Music Row
 Just a-walking up and down the street
 Trying to find out who to see
 To help me get on record
 And to hear the songs I'd wrote
 But I found it going rough
 Everyone was all tied up
 Either in a conference
 Or in the studio
 They said, that I could leave a tape
 But they'd suggest, I didn't wait
 'Cause everyone, was awful busy
 Down on Music Row
 But I could feel that change a-comin'
 And I just kept right on a-hummin'
 With my ol' guitar, still strummin'
 All them songs, that I'd wrote
 And then Chet and Bob, at RCA
 Well, they listened to my songs that day
 And they both told me, that I was on my way
 Down on Music Row
 Down on Music Row
 Down on music Row
 If you want to be a star
 That's where you've got to go