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Date: 3/8/99; 4:38:42 PM
From: ERK76@aol.com
Subject: Nashville Blues  By: Cory Morrow

Nashville Blues
Written and performed by:  Cory Morrow
CD:  The Man I Used to Be
Transrcibed By:  Eric Schuessler   ERK76@aol.com
G           C       	    D                     C
Late one morning I just packed my things
G                   C          D              C
Burned all my bills and I hopped a plane
G           C                  D          C
I told the cops and the bankers goodbye
                G		    C              D                     C
They said "Don't let us catch you, you owe us your life"
              G             C                        D    C
Well, the plane was headed East and so I was
G             C                  D             C
Bound for Tennessee to outrun the fuzz
G               C         D       C
They found me in a day or two
            G   C            D                   C            G
Now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville blues

Chorus:
G                 C        D             C
I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon
          G                                C            D               C
I think Kris (Kristofferson) and Merle are songwrittin' saviors
G                 C          D           C
Townes Van Zant, he died too soon
                   G                 C
But now hes up there with Hank 
                      D               C           G
And there both fightin' the Nashville blues
G                             C           D       C
Well the songwritin's left up to old hillbillies
G               C                  D                       C 
hippies and rednecks and girls like Miss Emmylou
G        C                      D         C
I'm too young to have a point of view
              G         C               D              C           G
But I just want to be a part of fightin' the Nashville blues
G                C           D             C
Fightin' the Nashville blues ain't fun
G            C               D C
It takes a toll on your mind
G              C                    D               C
But all the great ones they been there too
                      G            C            G 
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

Well the songwritin's left up to old hillbillies
Young 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
Fighten' the Nashville blues