Songtext

A Nashville summer's eve
swingdoors are spitting out a blend of
cold air, beer and perfect harmonies

They said broadway
was the place to be
for the up and coming, the down and drinkers
they all are stumblin' 'round and they don't see

That this patch of concrete
was a home to him
that these dirt stained shoes are to hard to walk in

Life ain't fair
no life ain't easy here
if you're born into the wrong part of town
if you lost connection to the ground

There's just a few bucks
in his plastic cup
they say in god we trust
but down here all hope's lost

I don't wanna blame Nashville
your city or your streets
maybe we're just all to blame for
putting our, over other people's needs