Fuck You Nashville

Things didn't turn out the way that I had planned them
In fact it feels like everything went wrong
Things didn't turn out the way that I hoped that they would
And that sounds like the basis of a good old country song

Oh Nashville you're a closed door
And you can't get a taxi in this town
You're like a Disneyland of country music
A cheeseburger of contradiction
You're a tip jar covers band murdering a John Prine song

And I pinned all of my hopes on you
And you let me down
So fuck you, Nashville
I'm getting out of town

I came in via New York, Detroit and Chicago
Through Canada and the Midwest
I fell in love with every city, I found such great hospitality
So Nashville, it's a shame that you act like a dick

Oh Nashville you're a traffic jam
And you can't find conversation in this town
You're all merchandise and souvenirs
Made in a sweatshop overseas

And I pinned all of my hopes on you
And you let me down
So fuck you, Nashville
I'm getting out of town

And I pinned all of my hopes on you
And you let me down
So fuck you, Nashville
I'm getting out of town

Oh Nashville, you know I didn't mean that
I'm sorry about all the things I said
And as I drive away across the Smoky Mountains
My heart hangs heavy with regret
We met some nice folks out in East Nashville
And it's not your fault that my gig was empty
I guess it's hard to impress you when songwriters like me are two a penny
Oh but Nashville if you'll let me
I'd like to give it another try
I'll put my tail between my legs and climb down from up on high

But I pinned all of my hopes on you
And you played along
You did exactly what you were supposed to do, oh Nashville
You inspired me to write you a song