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Legend's Ghosts
There’s a bar on Broadway, where the neon burns bright,
Where the ghosts of the Opry still sing late at night.
With a six-string ringing and a fiddle’s sweet cry,
You can hear the echoes of days gone by.
Hank’s still hummin’ those lost highway blues,
And Johnny’s voice cuts through the dim-lit room.
Merle’s on the jukebox, strummin’ real slow,
While Waylon reminds us how outlaws roll.
So raise your glass, let the vinyl spin,
For the ghosts of the greats who still walk in.
From a backroad dream to a Broadway stage,
Where country gold live’s on through every age.
At Legends Corner, they ain’t ever gone,
They’re just singin’ along in the timeless songs.
You can still hear Patsy’s lonesome call,
Or the cry of the Possum down these old walls.
Conway’s voice lingers in the evening air,
Like a prayer from the past, still hanging there.
So raise your glass, let the vinyl spin,
For the ghosts of the greats who still walk in.
From a backroad dream to a Broadway stage,
Where country gold live’s on through every age.
At Legends Corner, they ain’t ever gone,
They’re just singin’ along in the timeless songs.
Steel guitars cry and the dance floor sways,
As the past meets the present in a whiskey haze.
No matter where country roads may wind,
The heart of Nashville beats back in time.
So raise your glass, let the vinyl spin,
For the ghosts of the greats who still walk in.
From a backroad dream to a Broadway stage,
Where country gold live’s on through every age.
At Legends Corner, they ain’t ever gone,
They’re just singin’ along in the timeless songs.