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Carl B


Oh, no worries. Come to think of it,  I haven't even been paying attention to meter. This is one big experiment. Love it.  

We can go back and make adjustments if the consensus comes to that.


Let me see if I can surgically place Tracy's intended chorus into the stomach of our developing lyric child below.

Is anyone else having trouble with single spacing vs double spacing between lines besides me?   For some reason my  font size doesn't have anything to do with single vs double spacing.   Watch I bet ya' it's somethin' real simple.


Anyway   I hope this looks OK.   Woo!  I hope I haven't confused anybody.  Lol



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 was a Nashville honey

No room no car no money

She came to town to make the rounds

Belting out that Country sound

Thinking stardom could be found

But all that getting knocked around

Put her feet back on the ground



Bags in one hand, guitar in the other

Approached by a man who said he was her brother
He said "You may not know it but our lives are entwined"

Then he offered her a swig of his wine



 She was skeptical at first

But really had a thirst