Going to Nashville

Words and music by Ken Morris

 

Iím going to Nashville like I was born to it

200 miles from Memphis, Iíll just tear through it

Highway 40 runís right straight to the king

Itís been so long since I kissed his ring

I wouldnít miss Lisa for anything

 

We can burn down Graceland and escape down Beale

Run the red lights just to see how it feels

Straight on through to the dark side of light

Back from the Sun to the bright side of night

Gonna eat fried chicken to my delight

 

To all hard living men

And women who wonít leave them

Iím goiní to Nashville

To save the un-believers

To hear all the songs

And see all the singers

All you hard living men

I canít believe women believe you

 

Iíve been to Nashville only once in a dream

I saw the ghost of Hank Williams, talking with James Dean

Dean said Nashvilleís the capitol of white trash

Just look at this wasteland, this food gives me gas

Three seconds later I saw Hank kicking Deanís ass

 

Itís easy to see where this road leads

Gotta get of the track and out into the weeds

These women have wants, these women have needs

Weíre going to see whoíll bite the hand that feeds

 

I want to drink Wild Turkey with a honky-tonk woman

We can talk about politics and the Antebellum

I could blow smoke up her skirt and she could fish down my pants

Weíll take turns on the floor doiní the chemical dance

Iíll give the Southern Belles one last chance

 

To all hard living men

And women who wonít leave them

Iím goiní to Nashville

To save the un-believers

To hear all the songs

And see all the singers

All you hard living men

I canít believe women believe you

 

Nashville is calling like a burglar at dawn

Nashville left its mark like a grey crayon

Nashville in wait like a snake in the lawn

Nashville in my dreams calling on and on and on