| My baby writes them country songs
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| And she wants me to come along
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| And play 'em for the folks up there in Nashville
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| I told her to lay back down
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| They don’t want us in Music Town
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| But that woman’s got a stubborn will
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| I said honey, we don’t know no one in Nashville
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| Or even in the state of Tennessee
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| Honey, we don’t know no one in Nashville
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| So why don’t you just lay back down with me
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| We lay there and make love at night
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| But somehow things just don’t seem right
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| Baby cries to take her songs to Nashville
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| I told her don’t be insane
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| It’s hell in that-there music game
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| But she’s got dreams to find and then fulfill
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| I said honey, we don’t know no one in Nashville
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| Or even in the state of Tennessee
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| Honey, we don’t know no one in Nashville
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| So why don’t you just lay back down with me
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| My baby went and packed her bags
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| Put on her boots and her best rags
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| Says she’s gonna ride her thumb to Nashville
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| I got my butt up out of the bed
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| I shaved my face and wet my head
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| I love her so we’re going to find her thrill
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| I said honey, we don’t know no one in Nashville
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| Or even in the state of Tennessee
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| Honey, we don’t know no one in Nashville
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| So why don’t we go see who we can see
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| Yeah, why don’t we go see who we can see
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| Oh hell, we might even see Johnny Cash |