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every night now i hear the same old news
about the bad times and the sad sad blues 
it really hurts me babe it really brings me down
that it's getting so hard to hear a sweet sweet sound
i was afraid to live i was afraid to die 
there was doomsday talk and death in the sky
it was destiny nothing i could do 
well i tell you now babe, that you know its not true
know it's not true, it ain't true
sing it yeah, yeah, yeah
well it's time for some good news 
tell me some sweet sweet news

i was writing songs selling country dreams 
i spent four years learning that nashville scene 
it was in my blood running thick and true 
i was a nashville failure with the tennessee blues
well that movie's over i didn't get no applause 
the title was good but it never got me off 
so i packed my bags and i left that town 
when i got back home i stopped and kissed the ground
stopped and kissed the ground, kiss the ground
sing it yeah, yeah, yeah
well it's time for some good news
tell me some sweet sweet news 

hear my guitar now let it ring out
cause i'm back home and it's time to shout  
yeah all the good people 
now the wind chimes play a crystal tune 
my heart's so close to the silver moon  
i'm back now to songs that i understand 
cause there's flakes of gold in your rocks and sand 
and i am real not some superstar
i'm the guy next door who wants to play the guitar
i live each day like a fast moving dance
when there's love around i'll be into romance 
i've been down to long and it's time to get on top
one sweet smile, well it sure ain't enough
if there's rain on your window and clouds in your sky 
a little handmade starlight can shine from your eyes
shine from your eyes, from your eyes
sing it yeah, yeah, yeah,
well it's time for some good news
tell me some sweet sweet news 

bright days won't burn your face
sweet fruits won't ruin your taste 
a good love won't kill your style 
good times baby bound to make you smile 

What I remember:   Every trip to Nashville with new songs was like a silent movie. The story would change slightly, but the characters, the stage, and the props were reused. Quite often an A&R director at one office would suddenly be employed at a firm down the street in your brief absence. This time maybe he would have a beard, or shave his head, different clothes and so on. I was constantly advised on how I should write, what songs to emulate, etc. 
Occasionally you would encounter someone that would offer encouragement. I guess I just wanted to hear some good news and acceptance as a songwriter. In retrospect, I miss those days, and the excitement of all the possibilities.

Recording:  Rhythm Guitar Bass & Drums - June 29, 1975 
Play: mp3 version