Texty: Road Hammers. Nashville Bound.

I ain't got no money, I ain't got no sense
Headed down to Nashville, just to say I went
They checked me at the border but I left my guns at home
I don't want no trouble, man, just came to sing my songs

Well, I don't want no trouble, man, but trouble's what I found
Guess I'm hell-bent and Nashville bound

Somewhere in Kentucky, stopped for one or two
Some Redneck started talkin' trash 'bout my hair and my tattoo
Tried to do the right thing but I busted my left hand
Sheriff and a 45 through me in the county can
Well, I don't want no trouble, man, but trouble's what I found
Guess I'm hell-bent and Nashville bound

Hell-bent and Nashville bound, wiskey bottles by the pound
Devil's tryin' to keep me down, hundred miles to guitar town
Hell-bent and Nashville bound (hell-bent and Nashville bound)
I'm hell-bent and Nashville bound

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I ain't got no money, no way to go my bail
Just rollin' smokes and killin' time sittin' in this county jail
Now the Jailer's got a daughter and she's smilin' back at me
Says she's never been to Nashville, while she's handin' me the key
I don't want no trouble, man, but trouble's what I found
Guess I'm hell-bent and Nashville bound, yeah

Hell-bent and Nashville bound, wiskey bottles by the pound
Devil's tryin' to keep me down, fifty miles to guitar town
Hell-bent and Nashville bound (hell-bent and Nashville bound)
Yes, I'm hell-bent and Nashville bound (hell-bent and Nashville bound)
Hell-bent and Nashville bound (hell-bent and Nashville bound)
Hell-bent and Nashville bound (hell-bent and Nashville bound)
Hell-bent and Nashville bound (hell-bent and Nashville bound)