Memories of Tennessee and Nashville in the rain.
It’s such a contradiction; a heart that’s filled with pain.
A country girl in Paris dreamin’ Nashville in the rain.
She walks along the boulevard Champs-Elysees,
Thinks about a country boy three thousand miles away.
Pride is such a hard thing, such a price to pay,
To be all alone in Paris, with true love so far away.
Bridge #1
Up upon Montmarte where she stops to rest a while
All the artists look at her and they long to paint her smile.
For even in her sorrow there’s something in the eyes
That makes the young men jealous and makes the old men sigh.
3rd Verse – Instrumental to Bridge #2
Bridge #2
They say the loss of innocence is always linked to pain,
For once the heart is opened, nothing ever is the same.
So the evening lends itself to lovers and romance.
The way to heal a broken heart: give true love just one more chance.
4th Verse: Repeat 1st verse