Pour out your heart in 3:20
The one you didn't write for the money
You turn it in, nobody's listening

But you got a cut, so the check's coming
If it ain't a single, it don't mean nothing
But every girl with a dream wants to be your friend

One day, you're the king, and the next, you're not
It's handshakes and whiskey shots, boy
And throwing up in parking lots
All by yourself

But you ain't ever leaving Nashville
I ain't ever leaving Nashville

Now you're getting calls from old friends
Say they heard your song and wanna write again
You're coming up with brand new ways to say no

Now you're six months without a hold
Every other day getting cancelled
Now you're calling up old friends
That's just the way it goes

One day you're the king
And the next you're not
It's handshakes and whiskey shots
And throwing up in parking lots
All gone to Hell

But I ain't ever leaving Nashville
I ain't ever leaving Nashville

Now your friends are friends with country stars
They're buying homes and here you are
You're two weeks from sleeping in your car

But you ain't ever leaving Nashville
You ain't ever leaving Nashville

One day you're the king
And the next you're not
It's handshakes and whiskey shots
And throwing up in parking lots
All by yourself
I ain't never leaving Nashville
I ain't never leaving Nashville