The Ghost Of Nashville by Kenny Schick

In the minutes after midnight March the 3rd
hovered up above like a big black bird
Swooped right down and swallowed German Town
Moved on like a train down Main St. Eastward bound
we headed for the basement
east of Eden as the beast came through
captured it’s prey and had it’s fill
off the bones of The Ghost of Nashville

It rained it poured the Cumberland ran red
The mayor fell ill, collapsed and took to bed
rats on Broadway spreading the disease
and rotten fruit was falling from the trees
good ‘ol boys with swollen pride
was this the day the music died
the streets fell silent, the drunks had had their fill
in The Ghost of Nashville

Will the songs of Music City die?
the beating heart, the poets cry
hindsight is 2020, foresight is 4 eyed
will we pack our cars leave music row behind,
Wave goodbye to the blind?
who’d sell the soul of Nashville for a song
even the devil pulled out of the deal, it was so damn wrong

Black and white sang the Music City Blues
courthouse burning on the evening news
Can’t get beyond the color of the skin
To let the healing of the wounds begin
Are we back to 1968?
never really killed the hate
See the city fall from up on St. Cloud Hill

The Ghost of Nashville

The pressure built, the perfect storm arrived
what was left, just a struggle to survive
the beast exposed the ugly underneath
sharpened claws and gnashing of the teeth
the heart and soul of music city
knocked down replaced by tall and skinny
they’ll hunt until there’s nothing left to kill
in The Ghost of Nashville