CHORUS
Nashville Cats, play clean as country water
Nashville Cats, play wild as mountain dew
Nashville Cats, been playinґ since theyґs babies
Nashville Cats, get work before theyґre two
Well, thereґs thirteen hundred and fifty two
Guitar pickers in Nashville
And they can pick more notes than the number of ants
On a Tennessee anthill
Yeah, thereґs thirteen hundred and fifty two
Guitar cases in Nashville
And any one that unpacks ґis guitar could play
Twice as better than I will
Yeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was a
Musical proverbial knee-high
When I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubes
And they blasted me sky-high
And the record man said every one is a Yellow Sun
Record from Nashville
And up North there ainґt nobody buys them
And I said, ґBut I willґ
And it was
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Well, thereґs sixteen thousand eight hundred ґnґ twenty one
Mothers from Nashville
All their friends play music, and they ainґt uptight
If one of the kids will
Because itґs custom made for any motherґs son
To be a guitar picker in Nashville
And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about
The music and the mothers from Nashville
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SPOKEN: Pick it
(Instrumental to end)
