| I left home with a suitcase, my songs and my guitar
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| Headed down to Nashville gonna try to be a star
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| The Nashville folks they made me feel like I was right at home
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| But they couldn’t understand my cowboy songs
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| They said son you’ve got potential
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| And we’d like to see you stay
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| But you’ve gotta change your style
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| 'Cause cowboy songs don’t sell these days
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| I tried my hand at cheatin' heart and cryin' in my beer
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| And I think about home and wonder what am I doin' here
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| But I’d really like to thank y’all for your hospitality
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| You know I really mean it, you’ve been mighty good to me
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| But this ol' country boy
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| Ain’t where he’s suppose to be
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| And this Wyoming cowboy
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| Don’t belong in Nashville Tennessee
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| Well, there’s just too many miles and styles between us I suppose
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| The kind of songs I’m singin' won’t fit in down here I know
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| I kind of got the feeling it was time to move along
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| When Ed Bruce sang 'The last cowboy song'
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| So I’m going back to the country where the west is still alive
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| Where cowboy’s ride the prairie and the mountains touch the sky
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| I pack up my old guitar and I’ll be on my way
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| But before I go I’d just like to say
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| Well, I’d really like to thank
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| Well, this Wyoming cowboy
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| Don’t belong in Nashville Tennessee |