Fuck This Town

[A] [A] [F9] [E9]

Well, [A]I came down to Nashville in 199[A7]3
'Cause [D]my friend Jim said Nashville had [A]money growin' right on the trees
So [E]I thought I'd go pick some, and I [A]don't mean musically.[F9]   [E9]

Now [A]it's 4 years later, and I'm wonderin' where I went wr[A7]ong
[D]Shook a lotta hands, ate a lotta lunch, [A]wrote a lotta dumbass songs
But I [E]couldn't get a break in Nashville, if I [A]tried my whole life long[F9]   [E9]

So, [A]fuck this town...fuck this town[A7]
[D]Fuck it end-to-end,[D9] fu[A]ck it up and down
[E]Can't get noticed -- can't get found -- [C6]can't get a cut, so
[B]Fuck t[B6]his t[A]own.

Hey, this ain't country-western!
It's just soft-rock feminist crap!
And I thought they'd struck bottom back back in the days of Ronnie Milsap
Now they can't stop the flood of assholes: there ain't a big enough ASCAP.

Sure, I like old Tim Carroll, and BR5-49
But Nashville don't need that noise, no,
Nashville'll do just fine
As long as there's a moron market
And a faggot in a hat to sign.

Fuc[A]k this town! Fuck this town!
[E]Fuck...this..[C].t[B]ow[B6]n. [A]   [Ab]      [A7]         [B5]