Nashville Blues
By Cory Morrow

You can capo one or play with out a capo. 
Your preference. I saw Cory do it once with a capo and once with out.


INTRO: G Cadd9 D Cadd9 (2x)

G         Cadd9     D              Cadd9         
Late one morning I just packed my things
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Burned all my bills and I hopped a plane
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I told the cops and the bankers goodbye
  G         Cadd9               D              Cadd9         
They said "Don't let us catch you, cause you owe us your life"
G                  Cadd9     D              Cadd9 
Well, the plane was headed east and so I was
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Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuzz
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They found me in a day or two
      G         Cadd9     D              Cadd9     G
Now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville blues

Chorus:
G         Cadd9     D              Cadd9 
I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon
       G         Cadd9     D              Cadd9 
I think Kris and Merle are songwrittin' saviors
    G         Cadd9     D              Cadd9 
And Townes Van Zant, he died too soon
      G         Cadd9     D              Cadd9            
But now he’s up there with Hank and they’re both fightin’ the Nashville blues 
 G         Cadd9     D              Cadd9        
Well the songwritin's left up to old hillbillies
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Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou
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I'm too young to have a point of view
      G         Cadd9     D              Cadd9         
But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville blues

Bridge:
      Cadd9               D            
Fightin' the Nashville blues it ain't fun, no
G         Cadd9     D             
It takes a toll upon your mind
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But all the great ones they been there too
G         Cadd9     D              Cadd9                  
And they're all fightin' the Nashville blues

Well, I moved back to Austin to try to make a livin
But it ain't been so easy with those hill country women
And I'm stuck inside of this 8x12 room
And my throat's a scratchin' from the cigaretts and booze
And my face is wrinklin' and my mind's a strayin'
And I get on my knees and I get to prayin'
But my hands are worn like the soles of my shoes
And the Lord only knows I'm just fightin' the Nashville blues

Alt. Chorus:
I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon
I think Chris (Wall) and Merle are songwritin' saviors
Old Keith Whitley, he died too soon
Bun now he's up there with Hank
And there both fightin' the Nashville blues

Chorus