Biografía:
Robbie Fulks, cantautor norteamericano y figura clave en la escena country alternativa. Robbie había comenzado en la banda de bluegrass Special Consensus, con quienes llegó a grabar a finales de los años '80. Más tarde formó su propia banda y acabó por lanzarse en solitario, primero con la inclusión de dos temas en sendos recopilatorios del citado sello, luego con estos 13 temas que desbordan el género constantemente y que poco tienen que ver, a pesar del título, con canciones de amor.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Intro: A A F9 E9
A A7
Well, I came down to Nashville in 1993
D A
'Cause my friend Jim said Nashville had money growin' right on the trees
E A F9 E9
So I thought I'd go pick some, and I don't mean musically.
A A7
Now it's 4 years later, and I'm wonderin' where I went wrong
D A
Shook a lotta hands, ate a lotta lunch, wrote a lotta dumbass songs
E A F9 E9
But I couldn't get a break in Nashville, if I tried my whole life long
A A7
So, fuck this town...fuck this town
D D9 A
Fuck it end-to-end, fuck it up and down
E C6
Can't get noticed -- can't get found -- can't get a cut, so
B B6 A
Fuck this town.
Hey, this ain't country-western!
It's just soft-rock feminist crap!
And I thought they'd struck bottom back back in the days of Ronnie Milsap
Now they can't stop the flood of assholes: there ain't a big enough ASCAP.
Sure, I like old Tim Carroll, and BR5-49
But Nashville don't need that noise, no,
Nashville'll do just fine
As long as there's a moron market
And a faggot in a hat to sign.
A
Fuck this town! Fuck this town!
E C B B6 A G# A7(B5)
Fuck...this...town.
A A7
Well, I came down to Nashville in 1993
D A
'Cause my friend Jim said Nashville had money growin' right on the trees
E A F9 E9
So I thought I'd go pick some, and I don't mean musically.
A A7
Now it's 4 years later, and I'm wonderin' where I went wrong
D A
Shook a lotta hands, ate a lotta lunch, wrote a lotta dumbass songs
E A F9 E9
But I couldn't get a break in Nashville, if I tried my whole life long
A A7
So, fuck this town...fuck this town
D D9 A
Fuck it end-to-end, fuck it up and down
E C6
Can't get noticed -- can't get found -- can't get a cut, so
B B6 A
Fuck this town.
Hey, this ain't country-western!
It's just soft-rock feminist crap!
And I thought they'd struck bottom back back in the days of Ronnie Milsap
Now they can't stop the flood of assholes: there ain't a big enough ASCAP.
Sure, I like old Tim Carroll, and BR5-49
But Nashville don't need that noise, no,
Nashville'll do just fine
As long as there's a moron market
And a faggot in a hat to sign.
A
Fuck this town! Fuck this town!
E C B B6 A G# A7(B5)
Fuck...this...town.
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