(Dolly Parton)
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Down on Music Row
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Down on music Row
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If you want to be a star
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That's where you've got to go
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I could feel a change a comin'
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I left my hometown a hummin'
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With my ol' guitar a strummin'
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Songs that I had wrote
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I was on my way to Nashville
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I just couldn't hardly wait
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'Till I could sing my songs
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To the folks on Music Row
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I got into Nashville early
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Sleepy, hungry, tired and dirty
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And on the steps of RCA
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I ate a stale, sweet roll
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In the fountain at the hall of fame
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I washed my face and read the names
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In the walkway of the stars
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Down on Music Row
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[Chorus]
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I waited there 'till eight o'clock
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When office doors became unlocked
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Then I started walkin'
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Down the streets of Music Row
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Just a walkin' up and down the street
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Tryin' to find out who to see
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To help me get on record
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And to hear the songs I'd wrote
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But I found it goin' rough
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Everyone was all tied up
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Either in a conference
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Or in the studio
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They said that I could leave a tape
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But they'd suggest I didn't wait
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'Cause everyone was awful busy
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Down on Music Row
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But I could feel that change a comin'
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And I just kept right on a hummin'
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With my ol' guitar still strummin'
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All them songs that I'd wrote
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And then Chet and Bob at RCA
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Well, they listened to my songs that day
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And they both told me that I was on my way
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Down on Music Row
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[Chorus]
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Down On Music Row
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Dolly Parton |