Greetings from Nashville, the new L.A.
The money's pouring in, I ain't about to move away
Check out the cable station, and then call me on the codephone
We'll have lunch, I got a hunch, we're entering the great unknown
Greetings from Nashville, the weather's fine
Come on back to the third coast, we'll have a real big time
Ask you the warmth that it is out, no one will be denied
Big lawsuits, bathroom toots, we're all getting dixie fried
Somewhere hanged and left to eat, or rolling in their graves
Walk cut through vines, throw over signs that read, Jesus saves
Greetings from Nashville, Atlanta and Birmingham
Tell Chuck Berry to turn around, he went through the Bronx way
Greetings from Nashville, Rebecca and Jerusalem
Bless my soul, it's rock and roll in the booze of a beautiful land
Greetings from Nashville