"Life On Music Row" lyrics

LOCASH Lyrics

"Life On Music Row"

I broke the law, went and quit my job
And dropped on out of school
I stole a country girl's heart, that wanted to move to Nashville too
I got caught up in them blue lights of that ol' red Broadway bar
I left that night after a fight in the back of a badge's car

Now here I am, here I is
Doing time 'cause of what I did
Bought a guitar and sold my soul
Now I'm serving life
On music row

Yeah I'm hand-cuffed
They got me stuffed in cell on 17th
I'm a prisoner to the songs I write
Ain't the songs I wanna sing
It's too country, it's too hip hop
And I'm like what the truck is tik tok
Never thought the dream I'd chase
Would feel like shackles and chains

Now here I am, here I is
Doing time 'cause of what I did
Bought a guitar and sold my soul
Now I'm serving life
On music row

There's country legends dead and gone, know all about this hell
If the possum was alive today he'd probably post my bail

Now here I am, here I is
Doing time 'cause of what I did
Bought a guitar and sold my soul
Now I'm serving life
On music row


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