Nashville - Amy Ray
    As I drive from your pearly gates

    I realize that I just can't stay
    All those mountains they kept you locked inside
    And hid the truth from my slighted eyes

    I came to you with a half-open heart
    Dreams upon my back illusions of a brand new start
    Nashville
    Can' I carry the load
    Is it my fault I can't reap what I sow
    Nashville
    Did you give me half a chance
    Withe your Southern style and your hidden dance
    Away and you dance away and you dance away

    All these voices they whisper through my walls
    They talk of falling fast they say I'm losing it all
    They say I'm running blind to love of my own
    But I'll be walking proud I'm saving what I still own

    I fell on my knees to kiss your land
    But you are so far down I can't even see to stand
    Nashville
    You forgot the human race
    You see with half a mind what colors hide the face
    Nashville
    I'd like to know your fate
    I'd like to stay awhile but I've seen your lowered state today
    I've seen it today honey I swear I've seen it today

    Now I'm leaving I got all these debts to pay
    You know we all have our dues I'll pay 'em some other place
    I never ask that you pay me back
    We all arrive with more I left with less than I had

    Your town is made for people passing through
    A last chance for a cause I thought you knew
    Nashville
    Tell me what you are gonna do
    With all your Southern style it'll never pull you through
    Nashville
    I can't place no blame
    But if you forget my face I'll never call your name again
    Never no never again ah no

    I fell on my knees to kiss your land
    But you are so far down I can't even see to stand
    Nashville
    You forgot the human race
    You see with half a mind what colors hide the face
    Nashville
    I'd like to know your fate
    I'd like to stay a while but I've seen your lowered state today
    I've seen 'em today honey I swear I've seen 'em today
    I'm running away I'm running away I'm running I'm running away
     

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