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land 
Welcome to Nashville, land of opportunity 
Welcome to Nashville, your cab driver knows Alan Jackson 
Welcome to Nashville, the dreams are
he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
Dust cloud coming off an old dirt road
That leads up here to this little graveyard
Seven lights in a perfect row
Under each light is a police car
Snow in a soulless city covers up the cracks in the road 
As a wastrel buys her cigarettes and wipes her pretty nose 
Like a part-time Elvis
of an eye 
Somehow fifty-seven hears flew by 

Fifty-eight, fifty-nine
Sixty he missed Caroline
At sixty-one Michael knew 
There wouldn't be a sixty-two
place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks
But we can be back by six
And never leave our area code

Well geography wasn't her strong point
She'd
of an eye 
Somehow fifty-seven hears flew by 

Fifty-eight, fifty-nine
Sixty he missed Caroline
At sixty-one Michael knew 
There wouldn't be a sixty-two
On the road from the pithead 
The churchyard packed 
With mining dead

Then beneath the bridge 
He comes to a giant car 
A shroud of snow upon the roof
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
of town
They were sittin' by the highway like Jackson Browne
They were stickin' out their thumbs
In the middle of the night

When they saw the car
Side by side
Driving the same highway
Leaving behind everything
And everyone you love
The cost to pay
To tell the world of jesus
Hoping that
sighed like seven bridges
Like a natural-born survivor
As we drove into the night
I could feel the forest jangling
All the choices laid before me
on my navi holla at me shit fans want to see me in action
Heard they mac what they make in a year I pay in taxes
I'ma ball like the Jackson's and I won't
on the road like the Jackson 5
Say you happy for the kid, but when I'm gone you crying
When I reply you get that high
Like that's my swag girl I'm just that
out all night in Ibixa
By way of San Sebastian, where they said
'Yanque, you better watch what you're saying, unless you're sayin'
It in Basque or in
at me 
Pull your panties to the side 

I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings 
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
the sand
Right next to an empty can
Old number seven, Jack is back again
And the voice goes round and round
And I would take the bridge
But I can't
what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
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