Harpeth River Road

We were kings with fishing poles
Music City boys at the swimming hole
We’d climb this sycamore then let ‘er go
Down on the Harpeth River Road

Too young for Tootsie’s, or the Station Inn
And all the neon signs on Demonbreun
But we had a case of beer and a radio
Down on the Harpeth River Road

That muddy water was good for the soul
It wasn’t clean but it shined like gold
There’s not a wild oat we didn’t sow
Down on the Harpeth River Road

We’d get off work in the summertime
And we’d bring our girlfriends out with a box of wine
We had each other and Wild Irish Rose
Down on the Harpeth River Road

My buddy Jake was in Iraq
He had a wife and kids, he ain’t comin’ back
The last I saw of him was twelve years ago
Down on the Harpeth River Road

We’re older now and the water’s changed
They filled the empty fields with houses and lanes
Sprawling mansions of marble and stone
Down on the Harpeth River Road