The Cats - Nashville lyrics
[The Cats - Nashville lyrics]
Nashville seems to be the
Place where country, music happens
Kids were born with banjo’s in they’re hands
Before they’re ten they learn the tricks
The picking and the slapping
And dream to be the leader of the band
Hundreds of them work they’re guts
Out lookin’ for a rainbow
That never seems to visit village halls
The music calls and Nashville people
Never learn to say no
That’s why their strumming comes
From subway walls
There’s no room at the top
For anyone for long no room at the top
For any kind of song for long
LA seems to be the place
Where high keeps getting higher
Dope is found on supermarket racks
Eight miles isn’t high enough
For LA’s mess desire
Since the town abolished pleasure tax
Psycho music killed it self
Dying by the needle
And paved the way for folk rock in it's place
The synthesizers couldn’t stay beside
The country fiddle
It didn’t seem to want to win the race
There’s no room at the top
For anyone for long no room at the top
For any kind of song for long
Well, you know, there is no room
At the top not for anybody
Any soul for long
No room at the top for any
Kind of song for long
No room at the top for anyone for long
No room at the top for any
Kind of song for long
Place where country, music happens
Kids were born with banjo’s in they’re hands
Before they’re ten they learn the tricks
The picking and the slapping
And dream to be the leader of the band
Hundreds of them work they’re guts
Out lookin’ for a rainbow
That never seems to visit village halls
The music calls and Nashville people
Never learn to say no
That’s why their strumming comes
From subway walls
There’s no room at the top
For anyone for long no room at the top
For any kind of song for long
LA seems to be the place
Where high keeps getting higher
Dope is found on supermarket racks
Eight miles isn’t high enough
For LA’s mess desire
Since the town abolished pleasure tax
Psycho music killed it self
Dying by the needle
And paved the way for folk rock in it's place
The synthesizers couldn’t stay beside
The country fiddle
It didn’t seem to want to win the race
There’s no room at the top
For anyone for long no room at the top
For any kind of song for long
Well, you know, there is no room
At the top not for anybody
Any soul for long
No room at the top for any
Kind of song for long
No room at the top for anyone for long
No room at the top for any
Kind of song for long