Vietnashville

I was just 22 when I hit the road Searching for truth, passion, and gold I had an old 6-string, beat up and cracked Hitched all they way and I wasn't coming back from Nashville I hit town in the middle of the night Walked 16th, stared at the light My sould was on fire, passion it rose I had a young man's dream but I was an old man's fool in Nashville, VietNashville day farther away from Viet Well I started pushing my songs and knocking on doors Most everyday I felt more like a whore A man said, "son, son you gotta write For an 8th grade level divorced housewife in Nashville," VietNashville He said, "It's about money boy, money in the bank Country ain's into no existential angst Write for the cash, not for the soul." Right then I knew man I's bound to roll Outta Nashville, VietNashville REPEAT CHORUS VietNashville, VietNashville Yeah, I found me this friend, I called him ponytailed Johnny Had hair to his ass, the pot made him melancholy Got us in this gig down on lower Broadway He told us bout a joint man, they never could pay Us in nashville, VietNashville We'd play em our songs, we'd play em some covers Their favorite tune was "Redneck Mother" We got fired one night down in the 4th set To get out alive, I'd've lost that bet This big biker chick, she grabbed Johnny's hair Never seen a woman get hit by a chair Hell, 'cept nashville, VietNashville Ten years later in the middle of the night Skipped out of town, but I was feelin' alright Nashville, I owe you a lesson in life Stand up for yourself and what you thinks right Play what you feel play it straight up If you don't hear a single, man, I don't give a fuck about Nashville, VietNashville VietNashville, VietNashville