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Backstory:

I wrote this for a dear friend who moved to Nashville to sing her dreams into reality.  10 years later the city and the business got the best of her and she's not longer with us.  It's hard to break in from outside the Row... but we keep writing and keep trying because it's like breathing.  We just have to.

Lyrics:

                                                  
I'll bet you ten dollars and all the beer 
Radio ain't gonna want to play this song
In fact I wrote it sure that no one else would ever hear
my preaching in four-four that runs too long

It's about the suits, the judge, the jury
They'll probably throw the switch before bar nine
But, trust me when I tell you I ain't in no worry
Cause the reason that I sing it is all mine

Ya this sermon on the row ain't for the sinners
And it ain't for the angels in the sky
It's for the writers and the singers 
who followed every dream to be here,
And in all the tears and blood forgot just why
Didn't it used to be about the music?
The truth between 3 chords just can't be wrong
Somewhere along the way all the money and the fame
Got out in front of what make us sing along
Maybe I'm just naive but I believe
It's still about the song
It's still about the song

They'll kill this one for all the cliche in it
Then go back to playing guitar on the keys  
And get lost inside the rhyme, never sit and take the time 
To find out what the hell it really means

Ya this sermon on the row ain't for the sinners
And it ain't for the angels in the sky
It's for the writers and the singers 
who followed every dream to be here,
And in all the tears and blood forgot just why
Didn't it used to be about the music?
The truth between 3 chords just can't be wrong
Somewhere along the way all the money and the fame
Got out in front of what make us sing along
Maybe I'm just naive but I believe
It's still about the song
It's still about the song

(solo)

Ya this sermon on the row ain't for the sinners
And it aint for the angels in the sky
It's for the writers and the players 
who sold everything to stay here
And in all the tears and blood forgot just why
Maybe i'm right maybe I'm wrong, but for me
It's still about the song