Take me down to Broadway,
Let me hear the music play.
With a stiff drink in my hand,
There is where I want to stay.

I always love these Nashville nights,
no disagreements, no petty fights.
Just you and me and the music scene,
as we dance amidst the lights.

The manager yells out: "Last call!"
But I don't want leave the music hall.
Maybe just one final tune
before we heed the call.

At three a.m., we're still nice and warm.
The end of the night is taking form.
On to the street in the pouring rain,
we wander through the storm.

I always love these Nashville nights.
So many sounds, so many sights.
Now the shadows guide us home,
and we dream of new delights.