Nobody Eats at Linebaugh’s Anymore

Where can you go to see the country music stars?
That’s what we come to Nashville for
No one comes around to play the pinball machines
Nobody eats at Linebaugh’s anymore
Now the Opry’s gone and the streets are bare
Ernest Tubb’s record shop is dark
And the drunks are gone from the Merchant’s Hotel
Everybody’s gone to the park
Where can you go to see the country music stars
Sittin drinkin’ coffee ‘til four?
Shoney’s closed at nine o’clock; there’s nothing left to do
Nobody eats at Linebaugh’s anymore
Now the Opry’s gone and the streets are bare
Ernest Tubb’s record shop is dark
And the drunks are gone from the Merchant’s Hotel
Everybody’s gone to the park
Won’t no one hear the phone ring - is Benny Martin there?
Or watch to see who comes in through the door
‘Cept the few that come around again to use the parking lot
Nobody eats at Linebaugh’s anymore
Now the Opry’s gone and the streets are bare
Ernest Tubb’s record shop is dark
And the drunks are gone from the Merchant’s Hotel
Everybody’s gone to the park
Somewhere in the suburbs the Opry plays tonight
But the people come around to take the rides
The park shuts up at bedtime; there’s nowheres else to go
Nobody eats at Linebaugh’s anymore