Pocket Full Of Quarters
There's a row of Honky Tonks
Downtown Nashville on
Broadway Street
Waiting to make you a star
Every night of the week
Chorus
Blazing hot stage lights
Neon moons over the bar
The crowd wants to hear you
Before you're a star
I belt out my southern best
And let that old guitar rip
Everyone in the bar
Turns towards me
I prayed to sound hip
Girls are dancing
The rooms swaying
The manager gives me a nod*
It's me that he's paying
Blazing hot stage lights
Neon moons over the bar
The crowd wants to hear you
Before you're a star
I ripped my heart out
On that Honky Tonk Stage
The crowd sang along
The bar was rocket fuel
I plowed through my song
I was blessed that night
Up on the stage
A Street performer with a Pocket full of Quarters
And my life finally turning the page
There's a row of Honky Tonks
Downtown Nashville on Broadway Street
Waiting to make you a star
Every night of the week
Waiting to make you a star
Every night of the week