He sat and sang his favorite song from a bar in Tennessee
Nashville vibes we’re talking, to that girl just let her be.
She was troubled but attractive, didn’t care what he would think
Only told him where she went at night after four tequila drinks.
By the lamppost she would ponder, ’bout her daddy never there
The only man who never ran his hands through her dark hair.
So he strummed along that evening, sweet acoustic lullabye
Like mama said, some years ago, son please just let her cry.