f..ck This Town Lyrics

Robbie Fulks f..ck This Town

Well, I came down to Nashville in 1993
'Cause my friend Jim said Nashville had money growin'
right on the trees
So I thought I'd go pick some, and I don't mean
musically.

Now it's 4 years later, and I'm wonderin' where I went
wrong
Shook a lotta hands, ate a lotta lunch, wrote a lotta
dumbass songs
But I couldn't get a break in Nashville, if I tried my
whole life long

So, f..ck this town...fuck this town
f..ck it end-to-end, f..ck it up and down
Can't get noticed -- can't get found -- can't get a
cut, so
f..ck this town.

Hey, this ain't country-western!
It's just soft-rock feminist crap!
And I thought they'd struck bottom back back in the
days of Ronnie Milsap
Now they can't stop the flood of assholes: there ain't
a big enough ASCAP.

Sure, I like old Tim Carroll, and BR5-49
But Nashville don't need that noise, no,
Nashville'll do just fine
As long as there's a moron market
And a faggot in a hat to sign.

f..ck this town! f..ck this town!
f..ck...this...town.