If it wasn't for the powder and a fine tooth comb If it wasn't for the powder and a fine tooth comb Them Nashville women sho' wouldn't have no home You a long-legged woman, you don't have to talk You a long-legged woman, you sho' don't have to talk But I know you from Nashville, I tell the way you walk Goin' down to Prinner's alley, see what I can find I'm goin' down to Prinner's alley, gonna see what I can find Let a pretty woman love me, let her rob me blind If the blues was whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time If the blues was whiskey, I would stay drunk all the time It takes a whole long time to get you off of my mind If it wasn't for the powder and a fine tooth comb If it wasn't for the powder and a fine tooth comb Them Nashville women sho' wouldn't have no home You a long-legged woman, so you don't have to talk You a long-legged woman, you sho' don't have to talk But I know you from Nashville, I tell the way you walk