Robbie Fulks Coldwater Tennessee
A pine log shack half a mile up the state road
Daddy took our jobs and Momma raised us three
Times were mean and our home was a haven
It was all we had in Coldwater Tennessee
Tougher than hell but Daddy sang like an angel
The rhythm of the mountains seemed to set him free
One night he ran, headed north with his Martin
And everything we'd saved in Coldwater Tennessee
Rusted dreams turn gold in Nashville
The stars ride high and the satellites beam
Pretty love songs, voices you remember
All the way on down to Coldwater Tennessee
The headline reads "Local Man Hits Big Time"
Just look at those clothes and his brand new family
Lying in bed, just staring at the picture
At the favorite son of Coldwater Tennessee
A teenage kid on a one way ticket
Yeah tonight he's bound for the Opry
By the backstage door he'll wait in the darkness
Just like he did so long in Coldwater Tennessee
The crowd draws close, the door swings open
The cameras flash and the women all scream
Then a burst of fire and a voice from the shadows
"This is from your fans in Coldwater Tennessee"
Rusted dreams turn gold in Nashville
The stars ride high for a while it seems
But tomorrow at dawn there'll be one star falling
He'll be coming back down to Coldwater Tennessee
Yes they'll bury him there in Coldwater Tennessee
