Cory Morrow - Nashville Blues.2 guitar chord

Nashville Blues

By Cory Morrow

You can capo one or play with out a capo.

Your preference. I saw Cory do it once with a capo and once with out.

INTRO: G Cadd9 D Cadd9 (2x)

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Late one morning I just packed my things

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Burned all my bills and I hopped a plane

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I told the cops and the bankers goodbye

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They said "Don't let us catch you, cause you owe us your life"

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Well, the plane was headed east and so I was

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Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuzz

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They found me in a day or two

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Now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville blues

Chorus:

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I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon

G Cadd9 D Cadd9

I think Kris and Merle are songwrittin' saviors

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And Townes Van Zant, he died too soon

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But now he’s up there with Hank and they’re both fightin’ the Nashville blues

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Well the songwritin's left up to old hillbillies

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Hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou

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I'm too young to have a point of view

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But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville blues

Bridge:

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Fightin' the Nashville blues it ain't fun, no

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It takes a toll upon your mind

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But all the great ones they been there too

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And they're all fightin' the Nashville blues

Well, I moved back to Austin to try to make a livin

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 cigaretts and booze

And my face is 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

Alt. Chorus:

I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon

I think Chris (Wall) and Merle are songwritin' saviors

Old Keith Whitley, he died too soon

Bun now he's up there with Hank

And there both fightin' the Nashville blues

Chorus