Behind the Music: “Ville of Nash”

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Nashville is a unique city

and so many people have now taken notice. In 2015, Nashville was the Travel+Leisure readers’ choice as the top destination of the year. That’s in addition to being one of Lonely Planet’s Top 10 Cities in the World (only U.S. city on the list!) and the #1 U.S. city gaining interest from international travelers from TripAdvisor. Whew! People are loving our city!

So it shouldn’t be a surprise that I loved writing a song about it.

But what are the stories behind lyrics in the song “Ville of Nash”? Keep reading and see.

I’m Bethesda not Brentwood, much less Belle Meade

In 2015, our family moved to Bethesda. If you’re a local, especially a SON (south-of-Nashville) local, you’ll know where that is, but for the transplants, that’s in east Thompson’s Station. South of I-840 and east of I-65. In other words… the country. I see cows, horses, farms, deer, chickens, and bonfires. I hear guns, baseball, four-wheelers, birds, and lots of crickets.

Nothing against Brentwood or Belle Meade, but this is the place for me. Where the farmers gather at Bethesda Market (known as “the market”) for breakfast. Where instead of complaining when you’re caught behind a tractor, you wave at the farmer because you probably know their kin. Where deer show up at the back door of my son’s school. Where families have lived for generations and us newbies feel blessed to join the peace.

I’m walking slow in a world of fast

Intentionally so. Life flies by. I do my best to find the time to sit on my back porch, watch the deer, pet my cats, and play the guitar. It’s also a good place for writing.

Taking my horse to the truck to the debt-free jet

Okay, so I’ll admit that I only have one of the three above. I’ll let you figure out which one. But the reference to the jet being debt-free, well, if you know me or my husband, you’ll get that one.

Don’t need no entourage, no limousine, no Prada shades

Nashville is known as a place where the celebs pretty much run free. We pride ourselves in not bothering the little or largely famous in our fair town. You might see them at Starbucks, or CVS, or at dinner, but the expected and appreciated response is a nod and hello, just like you would to someone else you recognize but don’t know well. You generally won’t see them parading around with an entourage and at most, they might be driving their Lexus SUV or often, a nice pickup.

Just give me my boots, my long gun, and my pies homemade

The simple things in life – a good pair of cowboy boots, a great gun, and a mouth-watering pie. Nashville restaurants make some of the best pies in the south.

My hiding place for my wads of cash is my gun safe in my horse barn in the Ville of Nash

This was one of the first lines I wrote after coming up with the concept of the song and I just liked the flow of it. Can’t you just picture the guy stuffing his cash out there where the horses bed? It’s such a southern thing…. But this definitely isn’t a tell about where I hide my cash. 😉

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“VILLE OF NASH”

© 2016 Melissa Hogan. All rights reserved.

I’m Bethesda not Brentwood, much less Belle Meade
I’m a quiet country boy in spite of everything you read
I’m walking slow in a world of fast
Taking my horse to the truck to the debt-free jet
In the Ville of Nash

Nashville, burg, city, my ten-horse town
Nashville, ain’t nothing like her sound

Don’t need no entourage, no limousine, no Prada shades
Just give me my boots, my long gun, and my pies homemade
My hiding place for my wads of cash
Is my gun safe in my horse barn
In the Ville of Nash

Nashville, burg, city, my ten-horse town
Nashville, ain’t nothing like her sound

So to all who hate on me
Just don’t wait on me

Cause I’m going to
Nashville, burg, city, my ten-horse town
I’ll be in
Nashville, ain’t nothing like her sound
I’m singing in
Nashville
It’s a party in
Nashville

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Last modified: July 14, 2016

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