Well, hello thereThanks for showing upHere's a song about Nashville that Billy wroteOn the way here stuck in traffic(That gon' be a long song)Everybody get, everybody get about halfway through and just stop(Twice)(They gotta call again) yeahI've got the blues, those Nashville bluesI've got the blues, those Nashville bluesAin't got no hat, ain't got no shoesThese people here, they treat me fineThese people here, they treat me fineWell, they feed me beer and they feed me wineAnd I've got the blues, those Nashville bluesI've got the blues, those Nashville bluesAin't got no hat, ain't got no shoesYeahI'm going back to ArkansasI'm going back to ArkansasGonna stay right there with my ma and pa'Cause I've got the blues, those Nashville bluesI've got the blues, those Nashville bluesAin't got no hat, ain't got no shoes(Come on, keep it going)I've got the blues, those Nashville bluesI've got the blues, those Nashville bluesAin't got no hat, ain't got no shoesThank you (thank you)How are you folks doin' tonight? (Great)Oh yeah (how are you doin'?)We're doin' good, manWe've been, we've been pickin' for the last couple of daysJust enjoying revisiting all these Doc Watson tunesAnd Norman Blake and you know, Tony RiceAnd just flat pickin' our asses off and it feels goodEven though my fingers are soreDoesn't get much betterAt least they ain't coldI'd rather be sore than cold
