Nashville tennessee
by Frank Turner
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From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs,
From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I´d ever been to America.
And if I knew anybody who played pedal steel guitar,
I´d get them in my band and then my band would get real far,
But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only person in my band is me.
A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk rock sense of honesty.
I cannot fail, I´ve got this far with no knowledge of mid-west geography.
And if I knew anywhere where I could drive in a straight line
For hours in the desert, I´d drive for hours at a time.
But I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only person in this car is me.
And yes I´m in four-four time, and yes I use cheap cheap rhymes,
But I try to make a sound my own.
I know I don´t break new ground, many have travelled this sound,
But I try to make it sound like home.
Well I´ve been to Texas state, I didn´t think it was that fucking great,
And Nebraska is just a bunch of songs,
Holloway and Hampshire where I belong.
And I don´t know anybody who plays pedal steel guitar,
All the city roads are twisted and I do not own a car.
I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only thing I´m offering is me.
From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I´d ever been to America.
And if I knew anybody who played pedal steel guitar,
I´d get them in my band and then my band would get real far,
But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only person in my band is me.
A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk rock sense of honesty.
I cannot fail, I´ve got this far with no knowledge of mid-west geography.
And if I knew anywhere where I could drive in a straight line
For hours in the desert, I´d drive for hours at a time.
But I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only person in this car is me.
And yes I´m in four-four time, and yes I use cheap cheap rhymes,
But I try to make a sound my own.
I know I don´t break new ground, many have travelled this sound,
But I try to make it sound like home.
Well I´ve been to Texas state, I didn´t think it was that fucking great,
And Nebraska is just a bunch of songs,
Holloway and Hampshire where I belong.
And I don´t know anybody who plays pedal steel guitar,
All the city roads are twisted and I do not own a car.
I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only thing I´m offering is me.