Greetings from Nashville, the new L.A.The money's pouring in, I ain't about to move awayCheck out the cable station, and then call me on the codephoneWe'll have lunch, I got a hunch, we're entering the great unknownGreetings from Nashville, the weather's fineCome on back to the third coast, we'll have a real big timeAsk you the warmth that it is out, no one will be deniedBig lawsuits, bathroom toots, we're all getting dixie friedSomewhere hanged and left to eat, or rolling in their gravesWalk cut through vines, throw over signs that read, Jesus savesGreetings from Nashville, Atlanta and BirminghamTell Chuck Berry to turn around, he went through the Bronx wayGreetings from Nashville, Rebecca and JerusalemBless my soul, it's rock and roll in the booze of a beautiful landGreetings from Nashville