Chorus:

Down on music row

Down on music row

If you want to be a star

That's where you've got to go



I could feel a change a comin'

I left my hometown a hummin'

With my ol' guitar a strummin'

Songs that i had wrote

I was on my way to nashville

I just couldn't hardly wait

'till i could sing my songs

To the folks on music row



I got into nashville early

Sleepy, hungry, tired and dirty

And on the steps of rca

I ate a stale, sweet roll

In the fountain at the hall of fame

I washed my face and read the names

In the walkway of the stars

Down on music row



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I waited there 'till eight o'clock

When office doors became unlocked

Then i started walkin'

Down the streets of music row

Just a walkin' up and down the street

Tryin' to find out who to see

To help me get on record

And to hear the songs i'd wrote



But i found it goin' rough

Everyone was all tied up

Either in a conference

Or in the studio

They said that i could leave a tape

But they'd suggest i didn't wait

'cause everyone was awful busy

Down on music row



But i could feel that change a comin'

And i just kept right on a hummin'

With my ol' guitar still strummin'

All them songs that i'd wrote

And then chet and bob at rca

Well, they listened to my songs that day

And they both told me that i was on my way

Down on music row



Repeat chorus