Shooting Star

Thought I saw a shooting star under these city lights

Nothing can be beautiful when you're trapped inside

And it's hard to fall, and it's hard to fight

And I can't betray my oath in spite

Music City on the rise

But I've always been denied

Wedged between the railroad and a gun

And the gate is shut up tight

I'm a stick of dynamite

And I've paid every due that's ever come

But I don't kneel for you or anyone

Hey, old man, come and play your worn out mandolin

He says, "You take your chances, boy, but one thing to depend

Is that you will break, and you will bend, and they may never let you in"

Music City on the rise

But I've always been denied

Wedged between the railroad and a gun

And the gate is shut up tight

I'm a stick of dynamite

And I've paid every due that's ever come

But I don't kneel for you or anyone

Chorus came from the grave swimmin' in my head

Saying, "You can play the Honky Tonks in Heaven when you're dead

But prove it here instead"

Music City on the rise

But I've always been denied

Wedged between the railroad and a gun

And the gate is shut up tight

I'm a stick of dynamite

And I've paid every due that's ever come

But I don't kneel for you or anyone

I thought I saw a shooting star, mmm

I thought I saw a shooting star

I thought I saw a shooting star

I thought I saw a shooting star