Robert's Bar

The Nashville sky could be raining stars*
How would I know?
I’m buried in the back of Robert’s Bar.
Here they go.
House band starts up another one.
I step out the back to the Ryman with the words of an Elvis song sliding off my
tongue.
If it’s real
You can’t hold it down
I headed for the balcony
I want to see me the way that you see me
Here I go back outside for one more smoke
The air is getting cold.
Here they come and they’re telling me it’s time to go
It’s time to play my show.
If it’s real
You can’t hold it down
You’re on my neck.
You’re my good luck charm.
I’m coming back to the city with you on my heart.
Aw, honey, I’m coming home.
If it’s real
You can’t hold it down