Late one morning I just packed my things
Burned all my bills and I hopped a plane
I told the cops and the bankers goodbye
They said "Don't let us catch you, you owe us your life"
Well, the plane was headed East and so I was
Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuzz
They found me in a day or two
Now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville blues
I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon
I think Kris (Kristofferson) and Merle are songwrittin' saviors
Townes Van Zant, he died too soon
But now hes up there with Hank
And there both fightin' the Nashville blues
Well the songwritin's left up to old hillbillies
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
Fightin' the Nashville blues ain't fun
It takes a toll on your mind
But all the great ones they been there too
And they're all fightin' the Nashville blues
Well, I moved back to Austin to try to make a livin