Nashville Blues

Late one morning I just packed my things Burned all my bills and I hopped 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 fuzz They found me in a day or two Now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville blues Chorus: I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon I think Kris (Kristofferson) and Merle are songwrittin' saviors Townes Van Zant, he died too soon But now hes up there with Hank And there both fightin' the Nashville blues Well the songwritin'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 ain't fun It takes a toll on your mind But all the great ones they been there too And they're all fightin' the Nashville blues Well, I moved back to Austin to try to make a livin But it ain't been so easy with those hill country women And I'm stuck inside of this 8x12 room And my throat's a scratchin' from the cigaretts and booze And my face is wrinklin' and my mind's a strayin' And 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 Alt. Chorus: I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon I think Chris (Wall) and Merle are songwritin' saviors Old Keith Whitley, he died too soon Bun now he's up there with Hank And there both fightin' the Nashville blues Well the songwritin's left up to old hillbillies Young 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 Fighten' the Nashville blues