Cory Morrow

Cory Morrow

Nashville Blues
Composição de (Cory Morrow)
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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, 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 (Kristofferson) and Merle are songwrittin' saviors 
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Townes Van Zant, he died too soon 
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But now hes up there with Hank  
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And there 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 
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Fightin' the Nashville blues ain't fun 
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It takes a toll on 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 
 
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

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