The Nashville I Know Chords

[Intro]
A A Bm Bm G D
A A Bm Bm G D
 
[Verse]
A   A              A           Bm      Bm
    There's a line at the door full of underage whores
G               D           A
And the bouncer lets 'em on by
A               A          Bm              Bm
There's some clown from LA who's trying to sing Hank
G              D            A
But it sounds more like bad Barney Fife
A                    A          Bm          Bm
And the bar's filled with dudes raised with silver spoons
G        D           A
Hanging out of their mouths
A                     A        Bm        Bm
And the girls are all bitches just digging for gold
G                G                E
Trying to get my dumb poor ass to buy them a round
 
[Chorus]
D                                 A
And they're all drinking Michelob ULTRAs
    F#m                        D
And they make me just wanna go home
D                                     A
And things don't look the way they're supposed to
F#m       B              E           A
    Baby, this ain't the Nashville I know
 
[Instrumental]
A A A A A A
 
[Verse]
A              A                  Bm          Bm
Some dude gave a high-five to his buddy's new highlights
G              D                A
"I swear, bro, I can't see your roots"
A                A                  Bm          Bm
And they're both scared to dance 'cause some fucktard in France
G             D                A
Designed their new lizard-skin boots
A              A              Bm          Bm
And the girls think it's cool when the guys act like tools
G               D                      A
And pick fights with guys smaller than they are
A             A
I wish they'd start shit with me
Bm            Bm
I'd knock out their whitened teeth
G            G               E
And piss on their Hollywood sports car
 
[Chorus]
D                                 A
And they're all drinking Michelob ULTRAs
    F#m                        D
And they make me just wanna go home
D                                     A
And things don't look the way they're supposed to
F#m       B              E           A
    Honey, this ain't the Nashville I know
 
[Bridge]
    F#m           F#m        A
I'm sick of these pop stars pretending
    E            A
Somebody must've forgot to mention
A          F#m                     B
To bring a chain for my wallet and gel for my hair
        E         E         E
On the way to the douchebag convention
 
[Instrumental]
E E D C#m Bm
 
Bm      Bm  Bm
   Shit
 
[Chorus]
N.C.          A            A          Bm          Bm
And you could bet your ass I won't be leaving
       G              D           A
I just hope that I'll witness the end
A                A                  Bm          Bm
Of these jerk-offs and metros and debutante skanks
            G           D           A
And get the Nashville I know back again
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