Leaving Nashville - Charles Kelley

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