Nashville Moon (A. Hill) Three days in a hotel room in Nashville Maker’s Mark and pills to keep me down Three nights howlin’ like an old dog ‘Neath this cold moon On the dirty side of town I’m one man with two Makers The Lord above And a bottle of eighty proof I’m gonna tear the strings Off of my guitar And I’ll hang myself from a Nashville moon I could shave this beard Off of my face Lord I could wash these dingy cloths I could cut and run From all these bad things that I’ve done But I’d still be rotten down to my soul I’m one man with two Makers The Lord above And a bottle of eighty proof I’m gonna tear the strings Off of my guitar And I’ll hang myself from a Nashville moon Beneath the cold streaming moonlight I can hear a swingin’ country tune Old Satan’s laughing on his fiddle At this hillbilly hangin’ from a Nashville moon I’m one man with two Makers The Lord above And a bottle of eighty proof I’m gonna tear the strings Off of my guitar And I’ll hang myself from a Nashville moon