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Neon Of Nashville - The Flatlanders

She was raised on a river

By a chapel where the church bells pealed

Between a line of peach trees

And a brown ol' tabacco field

Her eyes they shone of turquoise

And her hair was a waterfall

And everyone from all around

Swore that she'd go far

They sing of her beauty in georgia

And on the carolina coast

And down in the neon of nashville

They almost seem to sing of her

Like she was a ghost

The city lights lured her

And the glitter of the silver stage

Her beauty was so astounding

That it made her too easily made

High society dragged her down

To where the lonliness was too much

To bear

And she faded from the limelight

And no one knew just where

They sing of her beauty in georgia

And on the carolina coast

And down in the neon of nashville

They almost seem to sing of her

Like she was a ghost

Now some one said they saw her

Years later at the bottom of main

Fifth of whiskey in her hand

Codine in her brain

When they hummed her song about the peach trees

And a brown tabacco field

Her eyes grew distant she whispered listen

There's the chapel where the church bells pealed

They sing of her beauty in georgia

And on the carolina coast

And down in the neon of nashville

They almost seem to sing of her

Like she was a ghost