I was sittin' in a diner Down in Tennessee, When this waitress spilled hot coffee All over me. She said, "Sorry, Honey! Let me get a Towel for you." I said, "That's all right, mama, Some napkins'll do." She looked down at me like I came From outer space, And said, "You mean you don't know What they call this place?" When I couldn't answer the question That she hurled, She yelled, "This is the music capital Of the world! And honestly, Honey, That is why There are no napkins in Nashville; The songwriters grab every one. There'll be no napkins in Nashville Till the very last song is done." These lines pa**ed me by, And the napkins caught them all. Yeah, they wrote down every line, And that is why there are no napkins at all Here in Nashville. I looked around and saw that what she Said was true. Every time someone spoke, the pens And pencils flew. No idea expressed was too large Or too small. The pens and pencils flew; the napkins Caught it all: I'm gonna miss her until I get My scope fixed. I'm shaken, but I'm not stirred; My feelings are mixed. I feel like we've bonded, and I'm Coming unglued, So, play those milk cow blues to put me In the mood.