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