Sellout?

The show last night was sold out
Wrote it large cross the marquee
But tonight I'm hanging back down
On the corner selling weed
I'm proof that what you're looking at
Ain't always what you see
Last night I played the Opry
But tonight I'm selling weed
Oh ho oh ho

In the alley by the Ryman
Where the legends used to walk
Lies a hundred years of dead careers
Outlined in tears and chalk
I hate to pull the curtain back
On everything you thought
But in this town it's pray and pay to play
And number one's are bought

All these nudie suits, guitar shaped pools
And big ol' Cadillac's
The stars don't talk, the tricks they've turned
That got them where they're at
Sometimes I hold a guitar
Man Sometimes I hold a stash
Sometimes I play the guitar
Sometimes I take old Johnny's cash

Quick as it comes it can go
You wanna know how I know

The show last night was sold out
Wrote it large cross the marquee
But tonight I'm hanging back down
On the corner selling weed
I'm proof that what you're looking at
Ain't always what you see
Last night I played the Opry
But tonight I'm selling weed
Oh ho oh ho

There's ghosts in all them houses
Down on sixth/seventeenth
If you listen close they'll whisper son
This shit ain't what it seems
They've heard the voice of angels
Watched the Devil make his sale
To all the dreamers and schemers
And the kings and queens that fell

They've seen them come
They've seen them go
The revolving door
They call the Row

The show last night was sold out
Wrote it large cross the marquee
But tonight I'm hanging back down
On the corner selling weed
I'm proof that what you're looking at
Ain't always what you see
Last night i played the Opry
But tonight I'm selling weed

You'll try to find a different way
To say the same old thing
You'll try to write a song
That someone else might wanna sing
You'll sacrifice your heart and soul
For gold and stacks of green

Cause when they hear you on the radio
The folks back home ain't gonna know
You're bowing down
Bow to the machine

Now...

Well the show last night was sold out
Wrote it large cross the marquee
But tonight I'm hanging back down
On the corner selling weed
I'm proof that what you're looking at
Ain't always what you see
Last night I played the Opry
But tonight I'm selling weed
Oh ho Oh ho