Nashville 1972 - Rodney Crowell

I had a dog named Banjo and a girl named Muffin

I’d blew in from Texas, I didn’t know nothin'

But I found my way around this town with a friend I’d made named Guy

Who loved Susanna and so did I

Now there was this run-down shack on Acklen Avenue that I shared with Skinny

Dennis

And a poet, name of Richard Dobson who had a novel he’d never finished

And that’s when Johnny Rodriguez, David Olney, and Steve Earle first came

through

And every other guitar bum whose name I never knew

Old school Nashville

Harlan Howard, Bob McDill

Tom T. Hall go drink your fill

And blow us all away

There was this tight-rope walker who called herself the Queen of Poughkeepsie

Who ran away from the circus with this roustabout redneck gypsy

They were Townes Van Zandt fans and prone to combustion

They fought like dogs in Spanish and made love in Russian

I wish Newberry and Buck White

Would drop on by the house tonight

Things have changed around here, you bet

But it don’t seem much better yet

I first met Willie Nelson with some friends at a party

I was twenty-two, yeah so, and he must have been pushing forty

Now there was hippies and reefer and God knows what all, I was drinking pretty

hard

I played him this shitty song I wrote then puked out in the yard

Old school Nashville

Harlan Howard, Bob McDill

Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill

And blow us all away

Tom T. Hall, go drink your fill

And blow us all away