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Kid Rock

The Nashville I Know

 

The Nashville I Know

(album: Bad Reputation - 2022)


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 lizardskin 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 sportscar

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

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