Kool In Nashville

Would you teach me if I nicely asked you?
Would you show me how it is that you do?
You know I’ll be so thankful I promise if you will
Show me how to be kool in Nashville
Don’t want no gold records
No house in Hendersonville
Work part-time at the coffee shop
And it pays some of the bills
I see you each morning
But never before ten
You flirt with our cute barista
And you always call me kid
I’ve been to all your shows
Like you grew out a beard
I know all your groupies names
I know their favorite beer
I watch you take your pick
And I cry little hipster tears
They drip in my PBR
A cry that no one hears
I’m really sorry
That it came to all of this but do not fear
I only want what’s yours
You can scream but no one can hear you here
I promise to let you go
And give back your vintage amp
As soon as the local papers
Hail me as your heir apparent
Would you teach me I tried nicely asked you?
Would you show me how it is that you do?
You know I’ll be so thankful when my shows so good it kills
Show me how to be kool in Nashville