Written by Dwayne Warwick
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The sign says "Welcome to Nashville"
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From whatever road you've been down
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It seems like the first of the milestones
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For here is the city, the town
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It's a quaint, old mystical city
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Where legends and idols have stood
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It's a place, where dreams come to harbor
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A country boy's Hollywood
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But it's lonely at sundown in Nashville
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That's when beaten souls start to weep
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Each evening at sundown in Nashville
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They sweep broken dreams off the street
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You'll walk, down 16th to Broadway
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Into a world of heartache and pain
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Where hillbilly honky tonk angels
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Cry out, from the dark side of fame
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You'll find, some discarded love songs
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And tear stains all over the ground
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In a city where dreams get shattered
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And swept to the outskirts of town
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But it's lonely at sundown in Nashville
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That's when beaten souls start to weep
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Each evening at sundown in Nashville
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They sweep, broken dreams off the street
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They sweep, broken dreams off the street
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Sundown in Nashville
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Stuart Marty |