My suitcase ain't been opened Since my last trip to Nashville The last time that I saw you say goodbye My blue suits needing folded And looking kinda bashful That I wish this fairway motel could fly
Through this cold Nashville rain Six hundred miles from my home As I call you collect from this phone Through that cold Nashville rain
I first came to music city With dreams and a hymn book Songs that I hoped would break their hearts Now all but my dreaming Has come to a standstill And the only hearts that I broke were ours
In that cold Nashville rain Six hundred miles from my home As I call you collect from this phone Through this cold Nashville rain
And if I could I'd catch that next plane back to you And sing these songs of love To the one I should be singing to The operator says there's no one at that number By your name
Through that cold Nashville rain Through that cold Nashville rain Through that cold Nashville rain Ohh that cold Nashville rain Yeah that cold Nashville rain Through that cold Nashville rainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
