| It wasn’t easy leaving Memphis
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| But I needed me a gig
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| And I had this crazy beautiful feeling, man
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| I was on the cusp of something big
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| So I hit the interstate to Nashville
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| And I made my noble stand
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| Paying off some old karma
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| With the Stacy Mitchhart Band
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| I’m a Music City blow-in
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| Cause this is where I need to be
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| I’m one part psychedelic gypsy
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| Three parts blue-eyed refugee
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| I’ve come a long way from Graceland
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| And you can quote me free
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| My soul is in Memphis
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| But my ass is in Nashville, Tennessee
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| Well I sat in with some cats
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| And pretty soon word snuck around
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| That the dude they know as Goldilocks
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| Has the wildest organ in town
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| I’m still dressing out of Lansky’s
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| So if you see me man, don’t shoot
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| I’m just prowling on down Music Row
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| In my Willie Mitchell suit, hey
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| I’m a Music City blow-in
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| Cause this is where I need to be
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| I’m one part psychedelic gypsy
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| Three parts blue-eyed refugee
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| I’ve come a long way from Graceland
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| And you can quote me free
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| My soul is in Memphis
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| But my ass is in Nashville, Tennessee
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| Well I wake up every morning
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| With words of praise upon my lips
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| Praise for the pioneers and outlaws
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| That made this city hip
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| For the men who made Nashville Nashville
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| And the women behind the men
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| Who put the funk back into country
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| And made Nashville great again
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| I’m a Music City blow-in
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| Cause this is where I need to be
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| I’m one part psychedelic gypsy
|
| Three parts blue-eyed refugee
|
| I’ve come a long way from Graceland
|
| And you can quote me free
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| My soul is in Memphis
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| But my ass is in Nashville, Tennessee
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| My soul is in Memphis
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| But my ass is in Nashville, Tennessee
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| My soul is in Memphis
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| But my ass is in Nashville, Tennessee
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| Nashville, Tennessee |