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

And 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 fuzz

They found me in a day or two

And now I'm flat busted in jail, fightin' the Nashville Blues

I like George Jones, Willie and Waylon

I think Kris and Merle are songwriting saviors

Townes Van Zandt, he died too soon

But now he's up there with Hank

And they're both fightin' the Nashville Blues

Ah, 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

Fightin' the Nashville Blues ain't fun, no

It takes its toll upon your mind

Oh, all the great ones, they've been there too

And they're all fightin' the Nashville Blues

Fightin' the Nashville Blues

Ah, 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 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

Well, I like Johnny Cash, Willie and Waylon

I think Kris and Merle are songwriting saviors

And old Keith Whitley, he died too 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

I'm fightin' the Nashville Blues

I'm fightin' the Nashville Blues