The Nashville I Know

There's a line at the door full of underage whores

And the bouncer lets 'em on by

There's some clown from LA who's trying to sing Hank

But it sounds more like bad Barney Fife

And the bar's filled with dudes raised with silver spoons

Hanging out of their mouths

And the girls are all bitches just digging for gold

Trying to get my dumb poor ass to buy them a round

And they're all drinking Michelob Ultras

And they make me just wanna go home

And things don't look the way they're supposed to

Baby, this ain't the Nashville I know

Some dude gave a high-five to his buddy's new highlights

"I swear, bro, I can't see your roots"

And they're both scared to dance 'cause some fucktard in France

Designed their new lizard skin boots

And the girls think it's cool when the guys act like tools

And pick fights with guys smaller than they are

I wish they'd start shit with me, I'd knock out their whitened teeth

And piss on their Hollywood sports car

And they're all drinking Michelob Ultras

And they make me just wanna go home

And things don't look the way they're supposed to

Honey, this ain't the Nashville I know

I'm sick of these pop stars pretending

Somebody must've forgot to mention

To bring a chain for my wallet and gel for my hair

On the way to the douchebag convention

Shit!

And you could bet your ass I won't be leaving

I just hope that I'll witness the end

Of these jerk-offs and metros and debutante skanks

And get the Nashville I know back again