Lex Zaleta

Lyrics

NO NAPKINS IN NASHVILLE<br />
<br />
I was sittin&rsquo; in a diner<br />
In Tennessee, <br />
When the waitress spilled hot coffee <br />
All over me. <br />
She said, &ldquo;Sorry! Let me get a<br />
Towel for you.&rdquo; <br />
I said, &ldquo;That&rsquo;s all right, mama, <br />
Some napkins&rsquo;ll do.&rdquo; <br />
She looked down at me like I came <br />
From outer space, <br />
And said, &ldquo;You mean you don&rsquo;t know <br />
What they call this place?&rdquo; <br />
When I couldn&rsquo;t answer the question <br />
That she hurled, <br />
She yelled, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s the music capital<br />
Of the world! <br />
<br />
And, Honey, that&rsquo;s why &hellip; <br />
<br />
There are no napkins in Nashville; <br />
The songwriters grab every one. <br />
There&rsquo;ll be no napkins in Nashville<br />
Till the very last song is done.&rdquo; <br />
<br />
I looked &lsquo;round and saw that what she <br />
Said was true. <br />
Every time someone spoke, the pens <br />
And pencils flew. <br />
No idea expressed was too large<br />
Or too small.<br />
The pens and pencils flew; the napkins <br />
Caught it all. <br />
<br />
And that&rsquo;s why &hellip; <br />
<br />
There are no napkins in Nashville; <br />
The songwriters grab every one. <br />
There&rsquo;ll be no napkins in Nashville <br />
Till the very last song is done. <br />
<br />
These lines passed me by, and the napkins caught them all: <br />
<br />
I&rsquo;m gonna miss her until I get<br />
My scope fixed. <br />
I&rsquo;m shaken, but I&rsquo;m not stirred; <br />
My feelings are mixed. <br />
I feel like we bonded, and I&rsquo;m<br />
Coming unglued, <br />
So, play those milk cow blues to put me<br />
In the mood.<br />
<br />
Yeah, they wrote down every line, and that&rsquo;s why &hellip;<br />
<br />
There are no napkins in Nashville;<br />
The songwriters grab every one.<br />
There&rsquo;ll be no napkins in Nashville<br />
Till the very last song is done.<br />
<br />
And those lines kept a&rsquo;comin&rsquo; on by &hellip;<br />
<br />
Vicky Visine&reg; surely was a<br />
Sight for sore eyes;<br />
She was a tailor-made girl I<br />
Tried on for &ldquo;sighs.&rdquo; <br />
I didn&rsquo;t know if I was coming<br />
Or going;<br />
Got my two-way shoes and a round trip<br />
On Boeing.<br />
<br />
The pens and pencils kept on flying, and that&rsquo;s why &hellip;<br />
<br />
There are no napkins in Nashville;<br />
The songwriters grab every one.<br />
There&rsquo;ll be no napkins in Nashville<br />
Till the very last song is done.<br />
<br />
Well, by this time my pants were pretty<br />
Close to dry,<br />
And I thought I might give this songwriting<br />
A try.<br />
I stole a napkin from this guy<br />
Just off the bus,<br />
Who smiled and said, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t bore us, get to<br />
The chorus.&rdquo; <br />
<br />
So, I wrote down these lines:<br />
<br />
There are no napkins in Nashville;<br />
The songwriters grab every one.<br />
There&rsquo;ll be no napkins in Nashville<br />
Till the very last song is done.<br />
<br />
Copyright &copy; 2003 Lex Zaleta<br />