Nashville Blues (Acoustic)

Late one morning I just packed my things

Burned all my bills and I hopped on a plane

Told the cops and the bankers goodbye and they said

"Don't let us catch you 'cause 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 and now I'm

Flat busted in jail fighting 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

Fighting the Nashville blues

And 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 fighting the Nashville blues

Fighting them Nashville blues

Fighting them Nashville blues ain't fun, no

Takes its toll upon your mind

All the great ones, well, they've been there too

They're all fighting the Nashville blues

Fighting them Nashville blues

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

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

Now I'm stuck inside of this eight by twelve room

And my throat's a-scratching from them cigarettes and booze

And my face is wrinkling and my mind's a-straying

And I get on my knees, Lord, I get to praying

But my hands are worn like the soles of my shoes

And the Lord only knows I'm just fighting the Nashville blues

I like Johnny Cash, old Willie and Waylon

I think Kris and Merle are songwriting saviors

Old Keith Whitley, he died too soon

But now he's up there with Hank and they're both

Fighting the Nashville blues

Yeah, 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 fighting the Nashville blues

Fighting them Nashville blues