Tono: G
Introducción:
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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
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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