Nashville
Yeah, I got some worn out boots
I've done my share of knocking back the booze
I've taken pretty girls down dirt roads
And I've seen them drink away their clothes
I keep hearing all these songs
About how it's time to get your party on
But I ain't gotta do no such thing
I'll just find a girl and sing
You ain't gotta paint your jeans on
I'm just fine with what you got on
I'd rather you just be yourself
Nashville can just go to hell
And take their money with them
I'll be down in Texas
Making my own way, 12 hours a day
Us old boys ain't gone away, yet
Yeah I got a beat up truck
200 thousand miles of kicking up the dust
But that ain't all that I am
If you don't want to ride in this thing, I'd understand
I've got friends that grew up in the city
And I've got friends from up north
Some worked harder than me, some got the same dreams
And pretty girls can make them want to sing
You ain't gotta paint your jeans on
I'm just fine with what you got on
I'd rather you just be yourself
Nashville can just go to hell
And take their money with them
I'll be down in Texas
Making my own way, 12 hours a day
Us old boys ain't gone away, yet
Take their money with them
I'll be down in Texas
Making my own way, 12 hours a day
Us old boys ain't gone away, yet
Take their money with them
I'll be down in Texas
Making my own way, 12 hours a day
Us old boys ain't gone away, yet