Robbie Fulks - f** This Town lyrics

Well, I came down to Nashville in 1993 'Cause my friend Jim said Nashville had money growin' right on the trees So I thought I'd go pick some, and I don't mean musically. Now it's 4 years later, and I'm wonderin' where I went wrong Shook a lotta hands, ate a lotta lunch, wrote a lotta dumba** songs But I couldn't get a break in Nashville, if I tried my whole life long So, f** this town...f** this town f** it end-to-end, f** it up and down Can't get noticed -- can't get found -- can't get a cut, so f** this town. Hey, this ain't country-western! It's just soft-rock feminist crap! And I thought they'd struck bottom back back in the days of Ronnie Milsap Now they can't stop the flood of a**holes: there ain't a big enough ASCAP. Sure, I like old Tim Carroll, and BR5-49 But Nashville don't need that noise, no, Nashville'll do just fine As long as there's a moron market And a f*ggot in a hat to sign. f** this town! f** this town! f**...this...town.