Tell Me Where It Hurts

Rickey Tate

A song about two sides of Nashville. One, loving and perfect to nurture an upcoming songwriter. Two, a business of endless circles of deception and frustration. I mostly know the second…..

The rejection letters keep piling up, saying your last song wasn’t good enough
$10 a pop the reply is the same, not what we’re looking for. Have a nice day!
Now Nashville, she’s a lady in pain, I think I know her sickness and who’s to blame
I keep mixing up potions on my old 6 string, I’d like to sing her back to health, but she won’t hear me!

Tell me where it hurts, and I’ll kiss it and make it feel better
I wrote it down in words. I just don’t know how to tell her.
Na na na na, na na, na na na, La la la la, la la, la la la
Wa wa wa wa wa wa wa wa You’ve got to tell me where it hurts

Oh Nashville’s got this thing, some say, if it ain’t from here, well it won’t play
All the morals, the values, the message in song
Thrown in the trash ‘cause your address is wrong
But, I’ll never be ashamed of the truth I tell
At least they’ll know how I feel
I keep singing any time any place I can
In the churches, bars, or for my hometown fans

Tell me where it hurts, and I’ll kiss it and make it feel better
I wrote it down in words, I just don’t know how to tell her
Na na na na, na na na na na. La la la la, la la la la la
Wa wa wa wa, wa wa wa wa wa, La la la la, la la la la la
Na na na na, na na na na na, La la la la, la la la la la
Wa wa wa wa , wa wa wa wa wa. You’ve got to tell me where it hurts!