Raining in Nashville

Well it’s raining in Nashville

And I took some pills

It’s raining in Nashville

Wet cowboy boots and rhinestones

Tommy tell me Tony Joe was this alone

It was raining and he was stoned

Take me to Printer’s Alley Street

Tell the taxi man I got wet feet

Last month I broke my wrist

Good Lord threw me another twist

Gone woman and a broken wrist

Am I stumbling where Hank stood

I’m Calijah I’m stoned as wood

Standing where Hank stood

Take me to Broadway Street

Tootsie’s or Three Doors Down

Hey the taxi man knows I still got wet feet

Somewhere behind the Ryman

Well it’s raining in Nashville

I suspect I’m mentally ill

It’s raining in Nashville