Lovin' SpoonfulNashville Cats{Refrain}Nashville Cats, play clean as country waterNashville Cats, play wild as mountain dewNashville Cats, been playin' since they's babiesNashville Cats, get work before they're twoWell, there's thirteen hundred and fifty twoGuitar pickers in NashvilleAnd they can pick more notes than the number of antsOn a Tennessee anthillYeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty twoGuitar cases in NashvilleAnd any one of them Texas guitars could playTwice as better than I willYeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was aMusical proverbial knee-highWhen I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubesAnd they blasted me sky-highAnd the record man said every one is a Yellow SunRecord from NashvilleAnd up North there ain't nobody buys themAnd I said, but I willAnd it was{Refrain}Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred twenty oneMothers from NashvilleAll their friends play music, and they ain't uptightIf one of the kids willBecause it's custom made for any mother's sonTo be a guitar picker in nashvilleAnd I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word aboutThe music and the mothers from Nashville{Refrain}