The kids in this town don't have a clue
They're as white as the collar that they painted blue
Get it together or pack it in
Everything is hanging on a clothing pin
You think when it pours it only rains
Move out to East Nashville and write a song about a train

Old Hank came from a place so dark
You'd have burn the whole thing just to see a spark
You could see why he died so fast
Just think of what you would change about your past
Don't worry, we've got booze and pills for pain
Move out to East Nashville and write a song about a train

You can't turn away from your own two feet
Or give away what's not yours to keep
Cry to you when I feel wrong
I need you like a teenager needs his song

The money is gone but the attitude stuck
And the major label cuts are all about trust
Well if this ain't country (and brother, it's not)
Then it's almost as bad as what they call "punk rock"
Some singers make the sweetest words profane
Move out to East Nashville and write a song about a train