Pour me a glass of champagne Pour me back on a plane And ship me back to Texas I'm going insane Nashville's such a lonely town But they say it's the only town you can lay your music down Lay your soul on the line Where are all the hats and boots? And who are all these three-piece suits Like tumbleweeds without roots They're just blowing in the wind Pour me a glass of champagne... I'm stuck here out on music row Rhymes won't come and words won't flow How I ended up here I don't know But I think it's time to leave I bet it's swinging at the Broken Spoke Man I sure am missing all those folks There laughing dancing and telling jokes I hope they save one for me Pour me a glass of Jim Beam Tie one onto the wing And ship me back to Texas I'm going insane Ship me back to Texas I'm going insane