The Ghost of Broadway

So I'm drivin' through the rain Headin' south on 65 Can't believe I'm back again But Nashville's eatin' me alive You may see my ghost on Broadway You may hear him as he serenades the moon Drop a quarter as you pass him in the doorway 'Cause they won't let him sing in those saloons Alabama, I never thought I'd be crawlin' home I had promised They'd see me on the Opry stage Hear me on the radio But I don't have the stuff it takes Or the strength to keep recoverin' from the blows So I'm drivin' through the rain And I'm runnin' out of gas Just enough to get me home But not enough to take me back So if you see my ghost on Broadway Tell him that I'm doin' fine I only wish that it was him instead of me Measurin' my days by 9 to 5 Alabama, I never thought I'd be crawlin' home I had promised They'd see me on the Opry stage Hear me on the radio But I don't have the stuff it takes Or the strength to keep recoverin' from the blows If you see my ghost on Broadway You may hear him as he serenades the moon Drop a quarter as you pass him in the doorway Maybe tie a dream to his balloon