Written in May of 2002 in Nashville, Tennessee
When the sun goes down
On a lonesome town
There comes a lonesome sound
When the sun goes down
Picking on an old guitar
I’m never gonna be a star
But still I’ve come this far
Picking on an old guitar
I can sing a song for you
It’s all I know how to do
This much I know is true
I can sing a song for you
She’s such a pretty girl
Flowers in a ribbon twirls
Dancing around my world
She’s such a pretty girl
She’s got a heart of gold
And a story to be told
Together growing old
She’s got a heart of gold
I want to see you
I want to see you
I want to see the moon shining on your skin
It’s hard for me to tell
Throw a penny in a wishing well
I’ve got a song to sell
But it’s hard for me to tell
I want to see you
I want to see you
I want to see the moon shining on your skin
Because when the sun goes down
On a lonesome town
There comes a lonesome sound
When the sun goes down