[Verse]
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Late one morning I just packed my things
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Burned all my bills and I hopped a plane
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I told the cops and the bankers goodbye
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They said "Don't let us catch you, cause you owe us your life"
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Well, the plane was headed east and so I was
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Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuzz
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They found me in a day or two
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Now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville blues
[Chorus]
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I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon
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I think Kris and Merle are songwrittin' saviors
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And Townes Van Zant, he died too soon
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But now he’s up there with Hank and they’re both fightin’ the Nashville blues
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Well the songwritin's left up to old hillbillies
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Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou
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I'm too young to have a point of view
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But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville blues
[Bridge]
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Fightin' the Nashville blues it ain't fun, no
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It takes a toll upon your mind
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But all the great ones they been there too
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And they're all fightin' the Nashville blues
[Verse]
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Well, I moved back to Austin to try to make a livin
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But it ain't been so easy with those hill country women
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And I'm stuck inside of this 8x12 room
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And my throat's a scratchin' from the cigaretts and booze
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And my face is wrinklin' and my mind's a strayin'
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And I get on my knees and I get to prayin'
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But my hands are worn like the soles of my shoes
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And the Lord only knows I'm just fightin' the Nashville blues
[Chorus 2]
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I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon
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I think Kris and Merle are songwritin' saviors
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Old Keith Whitley, he died too soon
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Bun now he's up there with Hank
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And there both fightin' the Nashville blues