| You got this town on lockdown
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| You hung your name on everything
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| Every street, every corner, every mile
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| And everywhere I turn
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| Every memory burns like wildfire, like wildfire
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| And if that moon’s out over Nashville
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| Well I’ve been looking for a getaway
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| And if it’s true that whiskey washes blues away
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| Then tonight I’ll make my great escape
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| Tell the cowboys I’m on my way
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| You piled your promises sky high
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| And now they’re falling down around me
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| Like snow, like hail, like rain
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| I’m drowning in your lies
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| Praying for a turn of the tide
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| Wishing I could fly, that I could fly away
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| And if that moon’s out over Nashville
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| Well I’ve been looking for a getaway
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| And if it’s true that whiskey washes blues away
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| Then tonight I’ll make my great escape
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| Tell the cowboys I’m on my way
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| Opportunity never laid a knock on my door
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| And all that I had, I’ve had to battle for
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| They say that life is paved by whatever road you choose
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| So what have I got to lose?
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| I think I’ll head on down to Nashville
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| See I’ve been looking for a getaway
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| And if it’s true that whiskey can wash these blues away
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| Then tonight I’ll make my great escape
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| Tell the cowboys I’m on my way
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| I think tonight I’ll make my great escape
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| Tell the cowboys I’m on my way |