Intro: A A F9 E9 A A7 Well, I came down to Nashville in 1993 D A 'Cause my friend Jim said Nashville had money growin' right on the trees E A F9 E9 So I thought I'd go pick some, and I don't mean musically. A A7 Now it's 4 years later, and I'm wonderin' where I went wrong D A Shook a lotta hands, ate a lotta lunch, wrote a lotta dumbass songs E A F9 E9 But I couldn't get a break in Nashville, if I tried my whole life long A A7 So, fuck this town...fuck this town D D9 A Fuck it end-to-end, fuck it up and down E C6 Can't get noticed -- can't get found -- can't get a cut, so B B6 A Fuck this town. Hey, this ain't country-western! It's just soft-rock feminist crap! And I thought they'd struck bottom back 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. A Fuck this town! Fuck this town! E C B B6 A Ab A7(B5) Fuck...this...town.