Fuck This Town - Robbie Fulks
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Well, I came down to Nashville in 1993
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'Cause my friend Jim said Nashville had money growin' right on the trees
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So I thought I'd go pick some, and I don't mean musically.
Now it's 4 years later, and I'm wonderin' where I went wrong
Shook a lotta hands, ate a lotta lunch, wrote a lotta dumbass songs
But I couldn't get a break in Nashville, if I tried my whole life long
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So, fuck this town...fuck this town
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Fuck it in the end, fuck it up and down
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Can't get noticed, can't get found,
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can't get a cut, so fuck this town
Hey, this ain't country-western
It's just soft-rock feminist crap
And I thought they'd struck bottom 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
Chorus
So, fuck this town...fuck this town
Fuck it in the end, fuck it up and down
Can’t bear one more writer in the round, can’t get a cut
So fuck this town
