Rolling the chords on this old piano
Helps me get through the night
Then on guitar licks, I’ll do just one more mix
And everything will turn out right
Down on my back roads of Hollywood
Where life speaks of another time
I spend my nights recording my songs
And watching the world pass
Through rose-colored wine
A steel guitar can make me feel happy
Every time I hear it play
A country fiddle, a harp in the middle
Is bound to brighten up my day
Down on my back roads of Hollywood
Where life speaks of another time
I spend my nights recording my songs
And watching the world pass
Through rose-colored wine
Down on my back roads of Hollywood
Where life speaks of another time
I spend my nights recording my songs
And watching the world pass
Through rose-colored wine
And all my tomorrows
Are gonna be fine