Nashville Blues

Late one morning, I just packed my things

Burned all my bills, and I hopped on a plane

I told the cops and the bankers goodbye

They said, "Don't let us catch you, you owe us your life"

Well, the plane was headed east, and so I was

Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuss

They found me in a day or two

Now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville Blues

I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon

I think Kris and Merle are songwriting saviors

Townes Van Zandt, he died too soon

But now he's up there with Hank

And they're both fightin' the Nashville Blues

Oh, well, the songwriting's left up to old hillbillies

Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou

I'm too young to have a point of view

But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville Blues

Fightin' the Nashville Blues

Fightin' the Nashville Blues ain't fun no

It takes its toll upon your mind

But all the great ones have been there too

And they're all fightin' the Nashville Blues

Fightin' the Nashville Blues

Well, I moved back to Austin to try to make a living

But it ain't been so easy with those hill country women

And I'm stuck inside of this 8 by 12 room

And my throat's a scratchin' from the cigarettes and booze

And my face in wrinklin' and my mind's a strayin'

And I, I get on my knees and I get to prayin'

But my hands are worn like the soles of my shoes

And the Lord only knows I'm just fightin' the Nashville Blues

I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon

I think Chris and Merle are songwriting saviors

And old Keith Whitley, he died too soon

But now he's up there with Hank

And they're both fightin' the Nashville Blues

Ay, well, the songwriting's left up to old hillbillies

Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou

I'm too young to have a point of view

But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville Blues

Fightin' the Nashville Blues

Fightin' the Nashville Blues