Cory Morrow - Nashville blues

^GLate one ^Ammorning I ^Djust packed my things ^GBurned all my ^Ambills and I ^Dhopped a plane ^GI told the ^Amcops and the ^Cbankers good^Dbye They said "^GDon't let us ^Amcatch you, cause you ^Cowe us your l^Dife" Well, the ^Gplane was ^Amheaded east and ^Dso I was ^GBound for ^AmTennessee to ^Doutrun the fuzz ^GThey found ^Amme in a ^Cday or ^Dtwo Now I'm ^Gflat ^Ambusted in ^Cjail, fightin' the ^DNashville ^Gblues

^GI like George ^AmJones, ^DWillie and Waylon I think ^GKris and ^AmMerle are ^Dsongwrittin' saviors And ^GTownes Van ^AmZant, he ^Cdied too ^Dsoon But now he’s ^Gup there with ^AmHank and they’re both ^Cfightin’ the ^DNashville ^Gblues Well the ^Gsongwritin's ^Amleft up to ^Dold hillbillies ^GHippies and ^Amrednecks and ^Dgirls like Miss Emmylou ^GI'm too ^Amyoung to have a ^Cpoint of ^Dview But I just ^Gwant to ^Ambe a part of ^Cfightin' the ^DNashville ^Gblues

^CFightin' the Nashville ^Dblues it ain't fun, no^{G G}It takes a toll upon your ^Cmind ^CBut all the great ones they ^Gbeen there too And they're all ^Dfightin' the ^CNashville ^Gblues

^GWell, I moved back to ^AmAustin to try to make a ^Dlivin ^GBut it ain't been so ^Ameasy with those h^Dill country women ^GAnd I'm ^Amstuck inside of th^Cis 8x12 ^Droom ^GAnd my ^Amthroat's a ^Cscratchin' from the ^Dcigaretts and booze ^GAnd my ^Amface is wrinklin' and my ^Dmind's a strayin' ^GAnd I get on my ^Amknees and I get to^D prayin' ^GBut my ^Amhands are ^Cworn like the soles of my^D shoes ^GAnd the ^AmLord only ^Cknows I'm just ^Dfightin' the Nashville ^Gblues

^GI like Johnny ^AmCash, Willie and ^DWaylon I think ^GKris and ^AmMerle are ^Dsongwritin' saviors Old ^GKeith Whitl^Amey, he ^Cdied too ^Dsoon Bun now he's ^Gup there with ^AmHank And there both ^Cfightin' the ^DNashville ^Gblues