Song parody of
Nashville
by Adam LaPorte
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I don't bring too much to the party
And as hard as I try I get
Tongue-tied, looking down, acting sorry
And I don't mean to lie
I get lost in the fray
And I don't wear a name-tag
To know myself better
Anyway
Never spent much time in the city
But you probably heard of it
When I get down to nitty gritty
People start getting nervous
I paint with a broad brush
Give in to the blind trust
You're probably doing the same
Anyway
I don't know much these days
I don't know much these days
I could tell you the truth
How my thread's coming loose
All at once, but
Just as soon as I do
Something civil in you 's
Coming undone
It's too much to explain
If I give it a name
I might open myself up to questions
I don't wanna answer
Not now, maybe ever
If you ask me still
I'll just lie and I'll say I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
Mmmhmm
I don't have much time to unlock it
I can see you're inpatient but
I spend half my life ticking boxes
Me of so little faith
Distill all that I know
Into neat little rows
And try to give it away
I don't know much these days
I don't know much these days
I could tell you the truth
How my thread's coming loose
All at once, but
Just as soon as I do
Something civil in you 's
Coming undone
It's too much to explain
If I give it a name
I might open myself up to questions
I don't wanna answer
Not now, maybe ever
If you ask me still
I'll just lie and I'll say I'm from
Music city, it's a pity we all sound the same
Your dreams are just as shitty by another name
A mecca discotique, our morals still prevail
They catch you on a camera, you get a spike in sales
And don't forgot the bachelorettes
The cowboy hats and bayonets
The glass closets and all of the bigots in rhinestones
The sex and the silicone
And the richest everyman that I've ever known
Yeah that's my home
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
You don't get to know me
If I don't even know me
You don't get to know me
If I don't even know me
You don't get to know me
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
I don't bring too much to the party
And as hard as I try I get
Tongue-tied, looking down, acting sorry
And I don't mean to lie
I get lost in the fray
And I don't wear a name-tag
To know myself better
Anyway
Never spent much time in the city
But you probably heard of it
When I get down to nitty gritty
People start getting nervous
I paint with a broad brush
Give in to the blind trust
You're probably doing the same
Anyway
I don't know much these days
I don't know much these days
I could tell you the truth
How my thread's coming loose
All at once, but
Just as soon as I do
Something civil in you 's
Coming undone
It's too much to explain
If I give it a name
I might open myself up to questions
I don't wanna answer
Not now, maybe ever
If you ask me still
I'll just lie and I'll say I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
Mmmhmm
I don't have much time to unlock it
I can see you're inpatient but
I spend half my life ticking boxes
Me of so little faith
Distill all that I know
Into neat little rows
And try to give it away
I don't know much these days
I don't know much these days
I could tell you the truth
How my thread's coming loose
All at once, but
Just as soon as I do
Something civil in you 's
Coming undone
It's too much to explain
If I give it a name
I might open myself up to questions
I don't wanna answer
Not now, maybe ever
If you ask me still
I'll just lie and I'll say I'm from
Music city, it's a pity we all sound the same
Your dreams are just as shitty by another name
A mecca discotique, our morals still prevail
They catch you on a camera, you get a spike in sales
And don't forgot the bachelorettes
The cowboy hats and bayonets
The glass closets and all of the bigots in rhinestones
The sex and the silicone
And the richest everyman that I've ever known
Yeah that's my home
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
You don't get to know me
If I don't even know me
You don't get to know me
If I don't even know me
You don't get to know me
I'm from Nashville
I'm from Nashville
