Come on back to Nashville it's a pretty old city
We'd painted and fixed up the old Music Row
Tootsie's still kickin' neon leathered fried chicken
But the music's still loud and beer is still cold

Don't let them big city people get to you
Cause money's the name of the game don't you see
They might bet you penny and say you're a dandy
But they still don't like pickin' on Network TV

Come on back to Nashville...

But there's a few of us left there's Bare and Rodriguez
And Hillman and Harlan that's a pretty good bunch
But something is missin' when we all get to pickin'
There ain't enough of us to throw a good run

Come on back to Nashville...

Now whoever told you that we didn't want you
You know they'd lied to you we'd want you all here
If you just want some strokin' keep right on smokin'
If you didn't mind that we just hang in with a beer here

Come on back to Nashville...
Come on back to Nashville...