Nobody Eats at Linebaugh's Anymore

by Darrell Scott
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