B.J. Thomas

Nashville Rain

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My suitcase ain't been opened
Since my last trip to Nashville
The last time that I saw you say goodbye
My blue suits needing folded
And looking kinda bashful
That I wish this fairway motel could fly

Through this cold Nashville rain
Six hundred miles from my home
As I call you collect from this phone
Through that cold Nashville rain

I first came to music city
With dreams and a hymn book
Songs that I hoped would break their hearts
Now all but my dreaming
Has come to a standstill
And the only hearts that I broke were ours

In that cold Nashville rain
Six hundred miles from my home
As I call you collect from this phone
Through this cold Nashville rain

And if I could
I'd catch that next plane back to you
And sing these songs of love
To the one I should be singing to
The operator says there's no one at that number
By your name

Through that cold Nashville rain
Through that cold Nashville rain
Through that cold Nashville rain
Ohh that cold Nashville rain
Yeah that cold Nashville rain
Through that cold Nashville rain