Off the bus from Tallahassee
or maybe Lexington, Kentucky
with a dream, a one-way ticket, and a song
relatives and writers crowd the stage
and sometimes sing along

In Sunday clothes and Stetson hats
with one chance to shone and then a long ride back
to the factory or the grocery store
to that same old town
where you'll probably die, where you were born

nervously you take the stage and wonder why you ever came
to be lost in this endless crowd
but then a hush falls and the lights go down
and you're taking care of business at the Bluebird

with open ears and honest smiles
the people come and crowd the aisles
knowing its the best show in this town
who will be the next to climb the country charts
and make it in this town?

nervously you take the stage and wonder why you ever came
to be lost in this endless crowd
but then a hush falls and the lights go down
and you're taking care of business at the Bluebird

maybe someone will discover you, maybe you'll be famous
but when the lights go down and they call your name
all those hopes just melt away
and you're taking care of busines at the Bluebird

Posted Saturday, February 13th 2010