| Well, they’ll say it’s way too cold for cut-off jeans
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| And they won’t be drinking moonshine, they’ll have G&Ts
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| They’ll be, country boys at heart
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| Dancing with sweet, country girls all night
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| We can build our own Nashville
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| Underneath these grey skies
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| And people will come, they’ll come from far and wide
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| They’ll leave their village greens and their big cities behind
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| We can build our own Nashville
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| It’s about time
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| Won’t get that Southern sun, we’ll be dancing in the rain
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| Every single night, we’ll do it again and again
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| All those, country girls at heart
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| Kissing those, country boys in the dark
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| We can build our own Nashville
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| Underneath these grey skies
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| And people will come, they’ll come from far and wide
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| They’ll leave their village greens and their big cities behind
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| We can build our own Nashville
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| It’s about time
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| (Woah oh oh oh…)
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| It’s about time
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| It’s about time
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| We can build our own Nashville
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| Underneath these grey skies
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| People will come from far and wide
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| They’ll be dancing in the rain
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| People will come, they’ll come from far and wide
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| (Far and wide, far and wide)
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| They’ll leave their village greens and their big cities behind
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| We can build our own Nashville
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| It’s about time
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| It’s about time |