The Country You Didn’t Know You Were Missing.

Neon’s buzzin’, the beer runs cold,
That backroom hums with stories untold.
Pickers and poets, outlaws and dreams,
All chasing a song in the barroom scene.

Willie left his tab, said, "I’ll pay next time,"
Townes wrote his last verse on a napkin line.
Loretta’s laughter, strong and loud,
Still echoes out in the Friday crowd.

So pour one tall, while the band plays loud,
Sing it off-key, make the legends proud.
Where the young guns play and pass the bucket around,
That’s the way at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge.

A kid walks in with a beat-up case,
Hopes a honky tonk might know his name.
Bartender grins, says, "Son, just play—
If you’re good enough, you’ll get your day."

So pour one tall, while the band plays loud,
Sing it off-key, make the legends proud.
Where the young guns play and pass the bucket around,
That’s the way at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge.

Under purple lights and a hardwood floor,
Crowds pack in and they beg for more.
From the stage downstairs to the rooftop bar,
This town's still chasing the next big star.

So pour one tall, while the band plays loud,
Sing it off-key, make the legends proud.
Where the young guns play and pass the bucket around,
That’s the way at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge.

So if you're ever in Nashville town,
Where you stand on country’s holy ground,
Step inside, take a look around,
You’re home at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge.