Nashville Wimmin

Written by H. Howard.
Album: American Son
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If it wasn't for the powder, and a fine tooth comb
If it wasn't for the powder, and a fine tooth comb
Them Nashville women sho' wouldn't have no home

You a long legged woman, you don't have to talk
You a long legged woman, you sho' don't have to talk
But I know you' from Nashville by the way you walk

Goin' down to Prinner's alley, see what I can find
Goin' down to Prinner's alley, gonna see what I can find
Let a pretty woman love me, then rob me blind

If the blues was whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time
If the blues was whiskey, I would stay drunk all the time
It takes a whole long time to get you off'a my mind

Repeat 1st & 2nd verse