The Streets Of Nashville: The Little Book

By Lee Clayton

The Streets of Nashville (the little book) is Lee Clayton's compressed glimpse in prose, poetry and lyrics of over 40 years on Music Row in the Nashville music scene.
As a singer / songwriter, Lee has had songs on over 23 million albums. He has also recorded 6 very well received albums of his own material.
Today Lee is recognized internationally as a gifted poet, an outstanding singer / songwriter, and a dynamic live performer.
The Streets of Nashville (the little book) is Lee's first book to be made available to the public.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Feb 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781626751538

Book preview

PART ONE

Words And Poems

Pages 4-49

When you’re hot, you’re hot.

When you’re not, you’re not.

Jerry Reed said that.

He knew what he was talking about.

Hyperspace is where the good stuff is.

The Juice.....

The Magic.....

The Price is you.

And the lovers

and the brothers

and the sisters

and the family

and the friends

get off the buses...

and the airplanes...

and out of their cars and pickups and vans

every day and every night,

every noon and every midnight

or anywhere in between

full of dreams,

carrying their guitar and copies of their songs,

asking people:

Where’s Music Row?

Music Row

Imperfect people rising to the level of greatness.

The essence of Music Row is that it is a chance

for a lot of people that otherwise would have no

chance at all.

Row Wisdom #1. Put out or get out.

Row Wisdom #2. If you’ve got the money honey I’ve got the time.

Hotel Music Row is like Hotel California in that if you ever get checked in, you can never leave.

The waves come

The waves go

The deep barely moves

I’m a lifer on the Row

I ran away a few times

But I always came back

It’s the ambience

The Row is airtight

Row Wisdom #3. There’s always room for greatness.

The moments are brief

The memories are forever

It’s seven fifty-four p.m., Sunday, the second day of January 1983.

I finish my beer at Bogey’s, slip out the door and ease over to Big White (that’s my car). I unlock the door, get in, sit down and start the engine. It’s cold, the engine and the weather.

The light drizzle freezes as it splatters on the windshield

like a million tiny teardrops.

We’ve been lucky this winter, but I’ve got a feeling.

I get lots of feelings, I’m a sensitive man.

Tonight, like a million other nights,

I’ve driven the city from the North to the South to the East to the West

looking for somebody to talk to.

Looking for somebody to spend a little bitty piece of my life with.

Sometimes it seems I have spent my entire life looking for somebody to talk to.

Looking for somebody to spend a little bitty piece of my life with.

This is the City.

The Naked City.

Nashville, Tennessee.

Home of the Grand Ole Opry,

Music City U.S.A.

There are a million stories in this country berg

and I’m one of them.

I’m a songwriter,

Nashville is my beat.

As a drunkard reaches for his