Yet another working draft of a song I'm noodling on in the project studio.... Another one-man-band production (consider yourself warned : )
Story behind the song
Ever seen Urban Cowboy or (for us old-timers) McCloud?
Lyrics
Nashville State of Mind
His home sweet home is a two-room flat
In the heart of New York City
Born in Brooklyn, raised in Queens
Now Marco’s turnin 50
His papa came from Sicily
But he said no thanks to the Mob
Instead he earned his family’s keep
Workin two full-time jobs
His mother took in sewin
She ironed some rich folks’ clothes
And never missed a single mass
At a church called St. Ambrose
Was sure to send her only son
To the Ambrose Christian School
To learn to love his neighbor
And live by the Golden Rule
(Chorus )
Now Marco’s never been south of the Mason-Dixon
He don’t say “y’all”and he don’t say “fixin”
And, speakin of Mason, he don’t drink sweet tea from a jar
But on Friday nights his heart runs faster
Than a Brad Paisley riff on a Telecaster
When he hits the stage with his old dobro at the Southern Comfort Bar
Goes to show where there’s faith and family,
Friends and feelin fine
Even in the Bronx, New York you’re smack dab in the Nashville state of mind
Marco rides in the saddle of
A crane from nine to five
A hundred stories up in the sky
But the ones that bring him alive
Are the stories in the good book
Yeah the ones that keep him goin
Told by the likes of Johnny Cash,
Loretta Lynn, and old Buck Owens
And when he comes back down to earth
From that world of George Jetson
At five o’five he swaps his yellow hardhat
for a Stetson
And his navy blue work pants
For a pair of faded boot cut jeans
And crazy horse cowboy boots
it’s like a Dennis Weaver scene
(Chorus)