Nashville’s Southern Turf Building: Secrets & Untold Stories
Today, we're digging into the juicy history behind Nashville's Southern Turf Building, located in Printer's Alley. Keep an eye out for the stories of other local architectural gems in the coming months!
Nashvilleβs architectural legacy is rich with character and history. In a sense, the buildings bear silent witness to our cityβs growth β¦ and, in some cases, hide intriguing untold tales within their walls. While there are plenty of storied buildings in town worth learning about, weβre going to highlight a few gems in the coming months. First up is the Southern Turf Building, a Music City landmark!
Located at 222 4th Avenue North, the Southern Turf Building is an architectural marker of Nashville history. Built in 1895 by a wealthy bookmaker, the Queen Anne-style structure doesnβt appear to have changed much over the years from the outside. But the inside is a different story altogether.
Best known in recent years as the location of Skullβs Rainbow Room, which resides in the basement, the buildingβs past lives include being home to The Tennessean and The Banner, a bank branch, and a dry cleaner. The penthouse is even rumored to have housed rocker Lenny Kravitz, whose manager had an office there. But perhaps its most fascinating life was as the Southern Turf Saloon from 1895 to 1914 β a gambling parlor where men could drink, converse, and β¦ ahem β¦ partake in a few sordid pastimes.

Located in what was referred to as the βGentlemanβs Quarter,β the building developed quite a risquΓ© reputation. βThe ladies never stepped foot in that area,β says owner Bill Miller, who also owns the Federal Reserve building across the street. βOnce the business was established, it became quite notorious. The ladies in Nashville β not to be confused with the ladies of the night, who were probably in that building as well β would cross the block to not walk in front of the building. It was a place of ill repute.β
While remodeling, workers even found hidden passageways and three-inch thick doors with peephole slides! βIt was quite the place to be,β Bill admits. βAs long as nobody knew you were there.β
Though its early history may sound ominous, the Southern Turf Saloon was actually quite elegant. βWhen people talk about the Southern Turf and the other buildings [in that area], much of it was labeled seedy. But the Southern Turf Saloon represented one of the finest saloons in the entire United States. There were bronzes and marble floors, and all the fittings and fixtures were befit of a king. That floor catered to the sort of gentlemen who wore fine, custom-made suits β¦ The saloon was sort of the window to a different world. The classy world. But then, on the upper floors, thatβs where the bad things took place.β
Though the saloon itself may have closed during Prohibition, the years that followed further embellished the Southern Turf Buildingβs narrative, even adding a bit of death and mayhem to the mix. In 1916, Southern Turf Bar owner Ike Johnson killed himself in his upper-floor apartment after the Prohibition law was passed.
And thatβs not the only tragedy that has befallen the building.
Opening in 1948 in the Southern Turf Building basement, Skullβs Rainbow Room brought in some rowdy business. It saw the likes of famous artists such as Elvis and Johnny Cash and served as a jazz club, speakeasy, and even a strip club. But itβs the 1998 robbery and attack of longtime owner David βSkullβ Schulman that drew the most attention in later years.

βSkull Schulman, the proprietor of the business in 1948, was attacked; they attempted to murder him there,β says Bill. βThe ghost story people go by in their golf carts every day, and I can hear them saying, βSkull died here on the floor.β He actually didnβt. He went to the hospital, and Tanya Tucker stayed by his side and sang to him as he passed away. Thatβs a story that nobody knows, but Tanya herself told me. And being the sleuth I am, I verified it. Sure enough, she was at his bedside singing to him as he passed. He was a beloved man.β
With all the buildingβs tragedy, you might wonder about ghosts. βIβve never witnessed anything, but if you talk to the employees of Skullβs, there are a few people who swear there are hauntings,β says Bill. βTheyβve seen subtle things β or not-so-subtle things β like a plate literally βjumpingβ off the shelf.β Heβs quick to add, βBut itβs not a creepy haunting. Itβs kind of like, βOkay, Skull, whatβs going on here?ββ
Paying homage to the original, luxurious European style, Bill did everything he could to preserve the Southern Turf Saloonβs vibe. And being the avid collector he is, he even brought in vintage pieces to add to its flair. βYouβll find priceless antiques, paintings, and sculptures that date to the mid-1600s,β he tells us. βThe outside speaks for itself, but I wanted people to taste what it might have been back in the 1800s β to step into that Southern Turf Saloon and have a glass of whiskey or some other flavor of the day in those days. Weβre thrilled weβve done that. β
Thereβs even a carved antique bench from 1648 that once belonged to poet John Milton (author of the famed Paradise Lost) and his third wife. βI think that bench is the most remarkable thing because βparadise lostβ is sort of a paradox there,β explains Bill.
βParadise was lost downstairs when the grand saloon was closed forever during Prohibition. It was a bit of paradise in a questionable and seedy area β the one thing in the area that exuded pure European class. So, when I saw the bench, I thought, Wow, that says it all. Paradise was lost, but here we are, and itβs been restored in this beautiful building that Iβve been honored to be the custodian of.β
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Jenna von Oy Bratcher
Jenna von Oy Bratcher is StyleBlueprint's Editorial Operations Manager and Lead Content Editor. The East Coast native moved to Nashville almost two decades ago, by way of Los Angeles. She is a lover of dogs, strong coffee, traveling, and exploring the local restaurant scene bite by bite.