Nashville Blues

G Am D Late one morning I just packed my things G Am D Burned all my bills and I hopped a plane G Am C D I told the cops and the bankers goodbye G Am C D They said "Don't let us catch you, cause you owe us your life" G Am D Well, the plane was headed east and so I was G Am D Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuzz G Am C D They found me in a day or two G Am C D G Now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville blues G Am D I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon G Am D I think Kris and Merle are songwrittin' saviors G Am C D And Townes Van Zant, he died too soon G Am C D G But now he’s up there with Hank and they’re both fightin’ the Nashville blues G Am D Well the songwritin's left up to old hillbillies G Am D Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou G Am C D I'm too young to have a point of view G Am C D G But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville blues C D G Fightin' the Nashville blues it ain't fun, no G C It takes a toll upon your mind C G But all the great ones they been there too D C G And they're all fightin' the Nashville blues G Am D Well, I moved back to Austin to try to make a livin G Am D But it ain't been so easy with those hill country women G Am C D And I'm stuck inside of this 8x12 room G Am C D And my throat's a scratchin' from the cigaretts and booze G Am D And my face is wrinklin' and my mind's a strayin' G Am D And I get on my knees and I get to prayin' G Am C D But my hands are worn like the soles of my shoes G Am C D G And the Lord only knows I'm just fightin' the Nashville blues G Am D I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon G Am D I think Kris and Merle are songwritin' saviors G Am C D Old Keith Whitley, he died too soon G Am Bun now he's up there with Hank C D G And there both fightin' the Nashville blues