| Pour out your heart in 3:20
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| The one you didn’t write for the money
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| You turn it in, nobody’s listening
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| But you got a cut, so the check’s coming
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| If it ain’t a single, it don’t mean nothing
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| But every girl with a dream wants to be your friend
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| One day, you’re the king, and the next, you’re not
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| It’s handshakes and whiskey shots, boy
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| And throwing up in parking lots all by yourself
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| But I ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| I ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| You’re getting calls from old friends
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| They say, «Heard your song — wanna write again?»
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| You’re coming up with brand new ways to say no
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| Then you’re six months without a hold
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| Every other day, you’re getting canceled
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| Calling up old friends; |
| that’s just the way it goes
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| One day, you’re the king, the next you’re not
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| Handshakes and whiskey shots, boy
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| And throwing up in parking lots all gone to Hell
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| Hell, I ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| I ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| Oh, and your friends are friends with country stars
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| Yeah, they’re buying homes and here you are
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| You’re two months from living in your car
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| But you ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| You ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| Oh, one day, you’re the king, and the next you’re not
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| It’s handshakes and whiskey shots, boy
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| To picking up the pieces you lost of yourself
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| Well, I ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| I ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| I ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| I ain’t never leaving Nashville
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| I ain’t never leaving this town, oh
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| One day you’re the king, and the next you’re not |