No thanks to Nashville, rolling down 40 ain't looking back

No thanks to Nashville I'll forego the FM radio and dust off that record stack

Nobody's telling stories or weaving good ‘ole lies

Where's that lonesome wanderer with the truth in his eyes

No thanks to Nashville, so long farewell

 

There's a stranger outside the gate with freckles and long red hair

And a slim silhouette ghost of a man, tell me was he ever there

Well nobody's telling stories or weaving good ole lies

Where's that lonesome wanderer with the truth in his eyes

No thanks to Nashville, so long farewell

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Well don't dull your senses whether to high or too low

Money and the fame just like blow up your nose

But shit will always stink even fancy boots on music row

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That sound of the mountains, so simple pure and sweet

Oh it's been polluted, oh that river lost in her hopes and dreams

Well nobody's telling stories or weaving good ole lies

Where's that lonesome wanderer with the truth in his eyes

No thanks to Nashville, so long farewell

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They'll blind you like a 4 o'clock sun on a mid-December day

Then shine so bright and quickly fade away

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Well don't dull your senses whether to high or too low

Money and the fame just like blow up your nose

But shit will always stink even rodeo clowns on music row

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No thanks to Nashville, rolling down 40 ain't looking back

No thanks to Nashville, rolling down 40 ain't looking back

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