Donovan Woods Leaving Nashville
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