Jolene's Waitress

Lyrics

WHERE’S NASHVILLE [Verse 1] Found a room forty minutes out, An hour when the sun goes down. Hank and Jones on the radio Built a town I thought I’d know. Now brake lights burn my evenings down, Sidewalk quits a mile from town. Little house with a porch for sale— I slow down, then keep on going. [Chorus] Where’s Nashville? Where’s a man who means the words, A woman who wants to hear a cowboy sing? Where’s a slow two-step and a long way home, With room for something more than a fling? Over every hill, that glow comes creeping, Never quite out of its reach. City lights keep swallowing the country— How much country’s left? [Verse 2] Where’s the hand against the small of her back, The coat laid over her shoulders? Boots that wait beside the door Instead of leaving her to hold it? She’s half a step behind him, Pulling sleeves down in the rain. He knows every word to a love song; She’s still waiting on him to mean it. [Verse 3] There’s a coat across an empty chair, A table held till half past eight. A waitress trying not to ask, Two menus and a cooling plate. Somewhere there’s a half-written song For a girl who said to call. They’re turning chairs and stacking glass; His screen ain’t lit at all. [Chorus] Where’s Nashville? Where’s a man who means the words, A woman who wants to hear a cowboy sing? Where’s a slow two-step and a long way home, With room for something more than a fling? Over every hill, that glow comes creeping, Never quite out of its reach. City lights keep swallowing the country— How much country’s left? [Verse 4] Another field behind a fence, Another “Coming Soon.” Another family packing up What wouldn’t fit in one more room. The road still narrows at the bridge, New roofs climb the other side. Everybody’s finding Nashville; Some folks can’t afford to stay. [Bridge] Ice hangs heavy on the wires, Blankets tucked beneath our chins. We keep the curtains open, Waiting on the lights again. Across the river, stadium glow Lays silver on the frozen street. Another coat across the bed, Another night of losing heat. [Final Chorus] Where’s Nashville? Where’s a man who means the words, A woman who wants to hear a cowboy sing? Where’s a slow two-step and a long way home, With room for something more than a fling? Over every hill, that glow comes creeping, Never quite out of its reach. City lights keep swallowing the country— How much country’s left? [Outro] Found a room forty minutes out. Still see the glow when the sun goes down. Where’s Nashville?