Headed south on 65
Can be a long and lonely drive
Kentucky bluegrass is in the mirror
And Music City's getting nearer
Don't you ever close your eyes
'Cause your whole life might pass you by
And I'm no stranger to the rain
My home ain't in a hall of fame
People think I'm crazy now
To think I'd make it in this town
You won't find me around no mirror
I probably should be thinking clearer
The bright lights of Broadway cast a shadow
And I'm a damn hard act to follow
How I wish I could call
Even if you said nothing at all
I know I probably shouldn't drink
I wonder do you ever think of me
I know you're resting on high
But, man, I wish you were alive
People think I'm crazy now
To think I'd make it in this town
You won't find me around no mirror
I probably should be thinking clearer
'Cause he's a damn hard act to follow
And here I come out of the shadows
Dad, you're a damn hard act to follow
And here I come out of the shadows