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Pumping gas in Nashville

Dad calls every week to see how I'm doing here.

I tell him I'm great, and I'll be a star next year.

A couple of my songs are going on the radio.

I'd love to talk more but my agent says I gotta go.

But Daddy that's not true. Daddy that's not true.

I don't know why my pride makes me say those things I do.

But Daddy they aren't true. Daddy they aren't true.

I'm pumping gas in Nashville and feeling kind of blue.

The next time you call I say the same old thing.

They love the way I play and they love the way I sing.

By the end of the year I'll be at the top of the chart.

But what I'm telling you is the dreams of my heart.

But Daddy that's not true. Daddy that's not true.

I miss my friends and home and I miss you.

But Daddy they aren't true. Daddy they aren't true.

I'm pumping gas in Nashville and feeling kind of blue.

A big man caught me the other night as I sat outside to play.

He said he'd come back and get me but then he drove away.

Now Daddy that's true. Daddy that's true.

The moon and the stars are the ones I really play to.

Daddy it's true. Daddy it's true.

I'm pumping gas in Nashville and feeling kind of blue.

©2008 David D. Vande Velde