Roll into town, step off the bus, shake off the where you came from dust. Grab your guitar and walk down the street. Sign says Nashville, Tennessee. But I have found... It's a crazy town full of neon dreams. Everybody plays, everybody sings. Hollywood with a touch of twang. To be a star you gotta bang, bang, bang. Bend those strings till the hank comes out. Make all the drunk girls scream and shout. We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it in this crazy town. You pay your dues and you play for free and you pray for a honky-tonk destiny. You cut your teeth into smoky bars and live off the tips from a pickle jar tip. Find a cool new sound and you smile when the record band shoots you down. It's a crazy town full of neon dreams. Everybody plays, everybody sings. Hollywood with a touch of twang. To be a star you gotta bang, bang, bang. Bend those strings till the hank comes out. Make all the drunk girls scream and shout. We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it in this crazy town. One year they repossess your truck and the next you make a couple million bucks. It's a crazy town full of neon dreams. Everybody plays, everybody sings. Hollywood with a touch of twang. To be a star you gotta bang, bang, bang. Bend those strings till the hank comes out. Make all the drunk girls scream and shout. We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it. We love it, we hate it, we all came here to make it in this crazy town. It's a crazy town.