[ country-folk; co-written by Daniel Muhammad ] Well Gran'pa used to tell me, don’t try to fix what’s broke And I never could quite figure out if that was just his joke To keep me from feeling sorry for the wretched life I live Tryin' to squeeze water from a stone that’s got no more to give Wanted to play my steel guitar on the Grand Ol’ Opry So I hitchhiked from West LA out to Nashville, Tennessee Guess I learned the hard way, tough to eat playin’ songs for free But without a shirt left on my back, don’t mind so much the humidity Found a cardboard box under a bridge not far from Music Row And I was just settlin’ in when the sheriff said it’s time to go Now I’m stranded here on Broadway hopin’ to someday score Playin’ for loose change outside of the Ernest Tubb record store Wanted to play my steel guitar on the Grand Ol’ Opry So I hitchhiked from West LA out to Nashville, Tennessee Guess I learned the hard way, tough to eat playin’ songs for free But without a shirt left on my back, don’t mind so much the humidity Well, it ain’t so bad in Nashville except for when it rains Which is half the night most every day, least that’s how it seems Guess if you wanna be a big star, bound to pay a big price Sure hope I’m not asked to do this gig much more than once or twice Wanted to play my steel guitar on the Grand Ol’ Opry So I hitchhiked from West LA out to Nashville, Tennessee Guess I learned the hard way, tough to eat playin’ songs for free But without a shirt left on my back, don’t mind so much the humidity Now I’m stranded here on Broadway still hopin’ to someday score Playin’ for loose change outside of the Ernest Tubb record store
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