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Carl B

It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.

 Sat on a bench in Bradley Park

Waiting for sunrise in the dark
Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change

 "You've given good service" She'd heard them say
But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday

Suddenly her thoughts began to race
As a line of sweat ran down her face



She'd never faced the world alone

And now she was so far from home
So she picked up her backpack

Heading east across the tracks



She came to town to make the rounds

Belting out that Country sound

Thinking stardom could be found

But all that getting knocked around



Bags in one hand, guitar in the other

Approached by a man who said he was her brother