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Somethings Don't Grow Old
I walk past the Ryman, the doors locked up tight,
A street singer strums in the warm neon light,
But there’s one little place where the old songs remain,
Where the barkeep remembers and nothing has changed.
The chairs may wobble, but the music still sways,
Like a warm southern wind in the middle of May,
And up on the rooftop, a young girl sings low,
A love song for Nashville from long ago.
At The Second Fiddle, music comes first,
A song soothes the soul and a drink quells the thirst,
With a three-step shuffle and a hand to hold,
In a world movin’ fast, some things don’t grow old.
At The Second Fiddle, music comes first,
A song soothes the soul and a drink quells the thirst,
With a three-step shuffle and a hand to hold,
In a world movin’ fast, some things don’t grow old.
Barstools of leather, cracked but strong,
Sat through a million sad country songs,
They’ve heard the heartbreak, they’ve seen the dreams,
From cowboys to songbirds with rhinestone sleeves.
A fiddle still sings through an old radio,
And the steel guitar hums like it don’t wanna go,
A tip jar half-full, but the band plays along,
A melody woven through time and a song.
At The Second Fiddle, music comes first,
A song soothes the soul and a drink quells the thirst,
With a three-step shuffle and a hand to hold,
In a world movin’ fast, some things don’t grow old.
At The Second Fiddle, music comes first,
A song soothes the soul and a drink quells the thirst,
With a three-step shuffle and a hand to hold,
In a world movin’ fast, some things don’t grow old.
At The Second Fiddle, music comes first,
A song soothes the soul and a drink quells the thirst,