I was raised on country: a steady dose of Haggard an' Jones.
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Conway and Loretta, were always on the radio.
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But everythin' has changed since then, they say it's for the good.
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But I think it's a cryin' shame Nashville's gone Hollywood.
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You won't need a steel guitar in your watered down rock 'n roll.
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An' you might even find yourself on the cover of The Rolling Stone.
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You'll be lookin' mighty fine in your designer clothes.
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An' you won't need the Opry; you'll be singin' on Jay Leno.
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They'll put you in the movies,
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You'll have your video.
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An' if you're young an' sexy,
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You'll be rollin' in the dough.
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You'll sell a million records,
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Oh, that must mean you're good.
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Move on over, Ernest Tubb,
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Nashville's gone Hollywood.
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I'm still giggin' on Broadway, makin' rounds on Music Row.
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Hopin', maybe someday, I'll hear my song on the radio.
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But they say I'm too country: I wouldn't change it if I could.
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'Cause I think it's a cryin' shame Nashville's gone Hollywood.
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They'll put you in the movies,
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You'll have your video.
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An' if you're young an' sexy,
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You'll be rollin' in the dough.
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You'll sell a million records,
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Oh, that must mean you're good.
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Move on over, Ernest Tubb,
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Nashville's gone Hollywood.
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Yeah, move on over, Ernest Tubb,
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Nashville's gone Hollywood.
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Nashville's Gone Hollywood
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| Heather Myles |
