I don't know what you think you've been told
If I ever was for sale, I never sold
It's short on flashlights and rhinestone poles
Eighteen hundred miles from Music Row
It's dice and songs on fiddle and guitar
And the pedal stale man drives a real mean car
You won't hear it on your radio It's
eighteen hundred miles from Music Row
You ain't cool if you ain't counterculture weird
That Elaine and Rhett dirt band,
if the band don't all got beards
You don't got these kinds of cliques where I was grown
Eighteen hundred miles from Music Row
You won't hear her speech or see me dance
That microphone is gonna stag the pen stand
I won't pretend it might contend for best in the show
It's eighteen hundred miles from Music Row