Nashville Tennessee

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs,
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From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America.


[Chorus]
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And if I knew anybody who played pedal steel guitar,
    C              D                G          D/F#     C
I'd get them in my band and then my band would get real far,
          C                B7                  Em        D     C
But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville Tennessee,
        C           D
And the only person in my band is me.

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[Verse 2]
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A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk rock sense of honesty.
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I cannot fail, I've got this far with no knowledge of mid-west geography.


[Chorus]
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And if I knew anywhere where I could drive in a straight line
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For hours through the desert, I'd drive for hours at a time.
          C                B7              Em        D     C
But I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
        C           D
And the only person in this car is me.

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[Bridge]
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   And yes I'm in four-four time, and yes I use cheap cheap rhymes,
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But I try to make a sound my own.
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   I know I don't break new ground, many have travelled this sound,
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But I try to make it sound like home.


[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
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Well I've been to Texas state, I didn't think it was that fucking great,
      C                         D
And Nebraska is just a bunch of songs,
             Em                A7
Holloway and Hampshire where I belong.


[Chorus]
      C             D              G     D/F#     C
And I don't know anybody who plays pedal steel guitar,
        C              D             G      D/F#  C
All the city roads are twisted and I do not own a car.
      C                B7              Em        D     C
I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
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And the only thing I'm offering is me.


[Outro]
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