Nashville sound

Old folks say, “they don’t make ‘em like they used to.”
and I wonder if that’s still true
As long as there’s a piper, the music will play
an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay
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 Fill my pockets, sir, make me a name
the art may be gone, but I can still find the fame
Just as soon as my feet the ground
just give me a little bit of that Nashville sound
 I’ll sell my soul for an ounce
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I won’t let it stop me, won’t let it get me down
Fifteen minutes is a long time from now
a song can be sung a dime for a dozen
I just want my share of the spoils and name on the cover
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Fill my pockets, sir, make me a name
the art may be gone, but I can still find the fame
Just as soon as my feet the ground
just give me a little bit of that Nashville sound
 I sold my soul for an ounce
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Fill my pockets, sir, make me a name
the art may be gone, but I can still find the fame
Just as soon as my feet the ground
just give me a little bit of that Nashville sound
 I sold my soul now I’m out