Nashville Blues

G        Am        D
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 
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goodbye
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They said "Don't let us catch you,
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 cause you owe us your life"
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Well, the plane was headed east 
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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, 
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fightin' the Nashville blues

[Chorus]
G             Am     D
I like George Jones, Willie and 
Waylon
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I think Kris and Merle are 
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songwrittin' saviors
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And Townes Van Zant, he died too 
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soon
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But now he’s up there with Hank 
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and they’re both fightin’ the 
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Nashville blues
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         G            Am         
Well the songwritin's left up to old
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 hillbillies
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Hippies and rednecks and girls like 
Miss Emmylou
G       Am              C        
I'm too young to have a point of 
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view
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But I just want to be a part of 
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fightin' the Nashville blues

[Bridge]
C                      D     
Fightin' the Nashville blues it 
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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 
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Nashville blues

[Verse]
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Well, I moved back to Austin to 
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try to make a livin
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But it ain't been so easy with 
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those hill country women
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And I'm stuck inside of this 8x12 
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room
G      Am         C             
And my throat's a scratchin' 
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from the cigaretts and booze
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And my face is wrinklin' and my 
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mind's a strayin'
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And I get on my knees and I get to 
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prayin'
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But my hands are worn like the 
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soles of my shoes
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And the Lord only knows I'm just 
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fightin' the Nashville blues

[Chorus 2]
G             Am            
I like Johnny Cash, Willie and 
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Waylon
        G        Am      
I think Kris and Merle are 
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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 
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Nashville blues