The Nashville I Know

A A Bm Bm G D A A Bm Bm G D A A A Bm Bm There's a line at the door full of underage whores G D A And the bouncer lets 'em on by A A Bm Bm There's some clown from LA who's trying to sing Hank G D A But it sounds more like bad Barney Fife A A Bm Bm And the bar's filled with dudes raised with silver spoons G D A Hanging out of their mouths A A Bm Bm And the girls are all bitches just digging for gold G G E Trying to get my dumb poor ass to buy them a round D A And they're all drinking Michelob ULTRAs F#m D And they make me just wanna go home D A And things don't look the way they're supposed to F#m B E A Baby, this ain't the Nashville I know A A A A A A A A Bm Bm Some dude gave a high-five to his buddy's new highlights G D A "I swear, bro, I can't see your roots" A A Bm Bm And they're both scared to dance 'cause some fucktard in France G D A Designed their new lizard-skin boots A A Bm Bm And the girls think it's cool when the guys act like tools G D A And pick fights with guys smaller than they are A A I wish they'd start shit with me Bm Bm I'd knock out their whitened teeth G G E And piss on their Hollywood sports car D A And they're all drinking Michelob ULTRAs F#m D And they make me just wanna go home D A And things don't look the way they're supposed to F#m B E A Honey, this ain't the Nashville I know F#m F#m A I'm sick of these pop stars pretending E A Somebody must've forgot to mention A F#m B To bring a chain for my wallet and gel for my hair E E E On the way to the douchebag convention E E D C#m Bm Bm Bm Bm Shit N.C. A A Bm Bm And you could bet your ass I won't be leaving G D A I just hope that I'll witness the end A A Bm Bm Of these jerk-offs and metros and debutante skanks G D A And get the Nashville I know back again