God damn, I hate East Nashville
And God damn, I love God Claw
Yeah, I came too soon at the full moon
And too late in Centennial Park
Yeah, so drain your soul and poke a hole
Yeah, you're lucky if you can get your view
Oh, she's a constant reminder
That there's always a bigger star
Well, the stars are getting smarter
Here at the gold rush bar
Yeah, she's always showing up
In a dirty old beat -up car
From Nashville, from afar
Now I have played the opera
And I've talked to Eddie Stubb
About my souvenirs at Manuel's
And my drugs at Ernest Tubb
All the rioters all get clingy
Feelin' like a baby made of tar
To the third man needs a fourth man,
I need a Nashville Mermaid bar
Yeah, she's a constant reminder
that the Lord is a bigger star
Well, the stars are getting smaller
here at the Gold Rush Bar
in the back of some hillbilly's car
I'm always down to screw,