It was a cold night in NashvilleAs she stepped out of the cabFree spirit, hiding from lifeAn angel in olive drab.Sat on a bench in Bradley ParkWaiting for sunrise in the darkKnowing the odds weren't good todayStill, hoping that things were gonna change "You've given good service" She'd heard them sayBut what good was that when she looked at yesterdaySuddenly her thoughts began to raceAs a line of sweat ran down her faceShe'd never faced the world aloneAnd now she was so far from home So she picked up her backpackHeading east across the tracksShe came to town to make the roundsBelting out that Country soundThinking stardom could be foundBut all that getting knocked aroundBags in one hand, guitar in the otherApproached by a man who said he was her brotherHe said "You may not know it but our lives are entwined"Then he offered her a swig of his wine
