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I always thought that NASHVILLE CATS would be a good name for a team there. It is the home of Country Music and "Cats" being a term for cool musicians
The Lovin' Spoonful had a hit in 1966 called "Nashville Cats"...one line went something like "there are thirteen hunderd and fifty-two gittar pickers in Nashville"...being a country dj for many years I always liked that line.
I think Bill Parsons (aka Bobby Bare) made a song about Elvis going into the army called "All-American Boy" in 1959 and it had a line about "and them swingin' Cats are havin' a ball".
(See song lyrics below)
A cat pickin' a guitar with musical notes would be my suggestion for the logo.
I think there was a logo for the Nashville Cats produced at one time on the forum.
ARTIST: Lovin' Spoonful
TITLE: Nashville Cats
Lyrics and Chords
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Nashville Cats, play clean as country water
Nashville Cats, play wild as mountain dew
Nashville Cats, been playin' since they's babies
Nashville Cats, get work before they're two
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Well, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two
Guitar pickers in Nashville
And they can pick more notes than the number of ants
On a Tennessee anthill
Yeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two
Guitar cases in Nashville
And any one that unpacks his guitar could play
Twice as better than I will
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Yeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was a
Musical proverbial knee-high
When I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubes
And they blasted me sky-high
And the record man said every one is a yellow Sun
Record from Nashville
And up north there ain't nobody buys them
And I said, but I will
And it was
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Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred twenty one
Mothers from Nashville
All their friends play music, and they ain't uptight
If one of the kids will
Because it's custom made for any mother's son
To be a guitar picker in Nashville
And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about
The music and the mothers from Nashville
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The All American Boy
by: Bill Parsons
Lyrics by:
1958
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Gather round, cats
And I'll tell you a story
About how to become
An All American Boy
Buy you a guitar
And put it in tune
You'll be rocking
And rolling soon
Impressing the girls
Picking hot licks
And all that jazz
I bought me a
Guitar a year ago
Learned how to
Play in a day or so
And all around town
It was well understood
That I was knocking em out
Like Johnny B. Goode
Hot licks, showing off
Ah, number one
Well, I'd practice all day
And up into the night
My papa's hair was turning white
Cause he didn't like
Rock and roll
He said, you can stay, boy
But that's gotta go
He's a square
He just didn't dig me at all
So I took my guitar
Picks and all
Bid farewell
To my poor ole pa
Split for Memphis
Where they say you all
And them swingin cats
Are having a ball
Sessions
Hot licks and all
They dig me
I was rocking and bopping
And I's a-getting the breaks
The girls all said that
I had what it takes
When up stepped a
Man with a big cigar
He said, come here, cat
I'm gonna make you a star
I'll put you on Bandstand
Buy you a Cadillac
Sign here, kid
I signed my name
And became a star
Having a ball with my guitar
Driving a big long Cadillac
And fighting the girls
Off of my back
They just kept a-coming
Screaming, yeah, they like it
So I'd pick my guitar
With a great big grin
And the money just
Kept on pouring in
But then one day
My Uncle Sam
He said, here I am
Uncle Sam needs you, boy
I'm gonna cut your hair
Take this rifle, kid
Gimme that guitar, yeah
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