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
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
I ain't never leaving Nashville
I ain't never leaving Nashville
