Late one morning I just packed my things   Burned all my bills and I hopped on a plane   I told the cops and the bankers goodbye   They said "Don't let us catch you, you owe us your life"      Well the plane was headed east and so I was   Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuz   They found me in a day or two   Now I'm flat busted in jail fightin' the Nashville Blues      Chorus   I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon   I think Kris and Merle are songwriting saviors   Townes Van Zandt, he died to soon   But now he's up there with Hank    And they're both fightin' the Nashville Blues      Well the songwriting's left up to old hillbillies   Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou   I'm too young to have a point of view   But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville Blues   Fightin' the Nashville Blues      Chorus   Fightin' the Nashville Blues ain't fun no   It takes it's toll upon your mind   But all the great ones have been there too   And they're all fightin' the Nashville Blues   Fightin' the Nashville Blues      Well I moved back to Austin to try to make a living   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 cigarettes and booze      And my face in 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      Chorus   I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon    I think Chris and Merle are songwriting saviors   And old Keith Whitley he died to soon   But now he's up there with Hank   And they're both fightin' the Nashville Blues      Well the songwriting's left up to old hillbillies   Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou   I'm too young to have a point of view   But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville Blues   Fightin' the Nashville Blues