| Roll into town, step off the bus,
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| Shake off the where ya came from dust,
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| Grab you guitar walk down the street,
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| Sign says Nashville Tennessee,
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| But I have found,
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| It’s a crazy town full of neon dreams,
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| Everybody plays, everybody sings,
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| Hollywood with a touch of twang,
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| To be a star you gotta bang bang bang,
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| Bend those strings 'till the Hank comes out,
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| Make all the drunk girls scream and shout,
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| We love it we hate it we’re all just trying to make it,
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| In this crazy town,
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| You pay your dues and you play for free,
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| And you pray for a honky tonk destiny,
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| You cut your teeth in the smokey bars,
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| And live off the tips from a pickle jar
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| 'Till you find a cool new sound
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| And you smile when the record man shoots you down,
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| It’s a crazy town full of neon dreams,
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| Everybody plays, everybody sings,
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| Hollywood with a touch of twang,
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| To be a star you gotta bang bang bang,
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| Bend those strings 'till the Hank comes out,
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| Make all the drunk girls scream and shout,
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| We love it we hate it we’re all just trying to make it,
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| In this crazy town,
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| One year they reposes your truck,
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| And the next you make a couple million bucks,
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| It’s a crazy town full of neon dreams,
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| Everybody plays everybody sings,
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| Hollywood with a touch of twang,
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| To be a star you gotta, (BANG BANG BANG)
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| Bend those strings till the Hank comes out,
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| Make all the drunk girls scream and shout,
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| We love it we hate it we’re all just trying to make it,
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| We love it we hate it we all came here to make it,
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| In this crazy town,
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| It’s a crazy town. |