"Goodnight Music City" lyrics

Well roll, roll Cumberland nice and slow
Wash the broken dreams downstream till tomorrow
Neon buzzin' for the new kid in town
Brand new jeans and the same ol' same sound
Ghosts in the jukebox rolling over in their graves
Three part Second Avenue serenade

Goodnight Broadway
Goodnight boots
Goodnight six string honky tonk grooves
Turn the stools over, give the floor a sweep
And rock yourself to sleep
Singing, "Goodnight tip jar troubadours"
Spitting the truth with the same three chords
Hang up your rhinestones and finish your whiskey
And goodnight Music City

Trying to cut corners in a ten-year town
Get your fifteen minutes on a country merry-go-round
Fried bologna sandwich and a PBR
There's tears in the beers and steel in the guitar
The old Mother Church has heard every last call prayer
Go to bed wishing and wake up a millionaire

Goodnight Broadway
Goodnight boots
Goodnight six string honky tonk grooves
Turn the stools over, give the floor a sweep
And rock yourself to sleep
Singing, "Goodnight tip jar troubadours"
Spitting the truth with the same three chords
Hang up your rhinestones and finish your whiskey
And goodnight Music City

Ghosts in the jukebox rolling over in their graves
Angels and the pickers and the bluebirds all say

Goodnight Broadway
Goodnight boots
Goodnight six string honky tonk grooves
Turn the stools over, give the floor a sweep
And rock yourself to sleep
Singing, "Goodnight tip jar troubadours"
Spitting the truth with the same three chords
Hang up your rhinestones and finish your whiskey
And goodnight Music City

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goodnight Music City
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goodnight Music City