The Pudding Chômeur - Too Old for Nashville Lyrics

Sometimes I let myself dream
That I'm ready for the big scene
Though my guitar's still rusty and my hair's turning grey
I'll make it to Nashville someday

My teenage years went too fast
Smokin with friends who didn't last
Working two jobs to pay for school
I didn't leave then, I was a fool

Now I'm too old for Nashville
But I'm too young to die
Well I may be bitter
And I may seem tough
But goddamn if I don't try

I didn't have much time to practice
And I could've dyed my hair blonde
Instead I lay gazing at the Dolly Parton poster
Thinking I was too far gone

Now I'm too old for Nashville
But I'm too young to die
Well I may be bitter
And I may seem tough
But goddamn if I don't try

And when the sun comes up tomorrow
I'll be headed their way
No matter what they think
Of my queer ways

Now I'm too old for Nashville
But I'm too young to die
Well I may be bitter
And I may seem tough
But goddamn if I'm not enough