Down on Music Row

Down on music row

Down on music row

If you want to be a star

That's where youve got to go

I could feel a change a comin

I left my hometown a hummin

With my ol guitar a strummin

Songs that I had wrote

I was on my way to nashville

I just couldnt hardly wait

Till I could sing my songs

To the folks on music row

I got into nashville early

Sleepy, hungry, tired and dirty

And on the steps of rca

I ate a stale, sweet roll

In the fountain at the hall of fame

I washed my face and read the names

In the walkway of the stars

Down on music row

Down on music row

Down on music row

If you want to be a star

That's where youve got to go

I waited there till eight oclock

When office doors became unlocked

Then I started walkin

Down the streets of music row

Just a walkin up and down the street

Tryin to find out who to see

To help me get on record

And to hear the songs I'd wrote

But I found it goin rough

Everyone was all tied up

Either in a conference

Or in the studio

They said that I could leave a tape

But theyd suggest I didn't wait

Cause everyone was awful busy

Down on music row

But I could feel that change a comin

And I just kept right on a hummin

With my ol guitar still strummin

All them songs that I'd wrote

And then chet and bob at rca

Well, they listened to my songs that day

And they both told me that I was on my way

Down on music row

Down on music row

Down on music row

If you want to be a star

That's where youve got to go