Nashville Blues

G        Am        D
Late one morning I just packed my things
G             Am          D
Burned all my bills and I hopped a plane
G          Am           C           D
I told the cops and the bankers goodbye
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They said "Don't let us catch you, cause you owe us your life"
          G         Am              D
Well, the plane was headed east and so I was
G         Am           D
Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuzz
G          Am      C      D
They found me in a day or two
        G    Am        C                  D         G
Now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville blues

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

[Bridge]
C                      D                     G
Fightin' the Nashville blues it ain't fun, no
G                         C
It takes a toll upon your mind
C                           G
But all the great ones they been there too
                D            C         G
And they're all fightin' the Nashville blues

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

[Chorus 2]
G             Am               D
I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon
        G        Am        D
I think Kris and Merle are songwritin' saviors
    G          Am     C        D
Old Keith Whitley, he died too soon
             G             Am
Bun now he's up there with Hank
               C            D         G
And there both fightin' the Nashville blues