It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.
Sat on a bench in Bradley Park
Waiting for sunrise in the dark
Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change
"You've given good service" She'd heard them say
But what good was that when she looked at yesterday
Suddenly her thoughts began to race
As a line of sweat ran down her face
She'd never faced the world alone
And now she was so far from home
So she picked up her backpack
Heading east across the tracks
She came to town to make the rounds
Belting out that Country sound
Thinking stardom could be found
But all that getting knocked around
Bags in one hand, guitar in the other
Approached by a man who said he was her brother
He said "You may not know it but our lives are entwined"
Then he offered her a swig of his wine
She was skeptical at first
But she really had a thirst
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