David A. Crossman - The Ghost of Broadway Lyrics

So I'm drivin' through the rain
Headin' south on 65
Can't believe I'm back again
But Nashville's eatin' me alive

You may see my ghost on Broadway
You may hear him as he serenades the moon
Drop a quarter as you pass him in the doorway
'Cause they won't let him sing in those saloons

Alabama, I never thought I'd be crawlin' home
I had promised
They'd see me on the Opry stage
Hear me on the radio
But I don't have the stuff it takes
Or the strength to keep recoverin' from the blows

So I'm drivin' through the rain
And I'm runnin' out of gas
Just enough to get me home
But not enough to take me back

So if you see my ghost on Broadway
Tell him that I'm doin' fine
I only wish that it was him instead of me
Measurin' my days by 9 to 5

Alabama, I never thought I'd be crawlin' home
I had promised
They'd see me on the Opry stage
Hear me on the radio
But I don't have the stuff it takes
Or the strength to keep recoverin' from the blows

If you see my ghost on Broadway
You may hear him as he serenades the moon
Drop a quarter as you pass him in the doorway
Maybe tie a dream to his balloon