Hell In The Morning


Hell In The Morning Lyrics

I headed south to Nashville
Thought I'd paint that town
Hit every bar on Broadway
Got drunk on that twangy sound

Played air guitar at Tootsies
Ordered round after round
Thought I was Waylon or Willie
Then I woke up face to the ground

Chorus:
Nashville is hell in the morning, it's hillbilly
heaven at night
Southern Comfort and a steel guitar
Sure makes you feel alright
Till the sun punches through the blinds
Kiss ya like a rattle snake bite
Nashville's a Hell in the morning
But she still tastes good at night

Wish I could have been there
To see the man in black
As he stepped out on the Opry stage
With a guitar on his back
They heard that train a' comin
As the drinks begin to flow
Then the crowd went crazy
But the next day they'd all know

Chorus:
Nashville is hell in the morning, it's hillbilly
heaven at night
Southern Comfort and a steel guitar
Sure makes you feel alright
Till the sun punches through the blinds
Wake ya like a rattle snake bite
Nashville's a Hell in the morning
But she still tastes good at night

Bridge:
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
After Nashville's Saturday night
You vow you'll never drink again
Till you see those neon lights

Chorus:

Nashville is hell in the morning, but its hillbilly
heaven at night
Southern Comfort and a steel guitar
Sure makes you feel alright
Then the sun punches through the blinds
Hits ya like a rattle snake bite
Nashville's a Hell in the morning
But she still tastes good at night

Credits

Words by Chuck White, Chapin White, Morgan Cryar and Mark Riddick

Vocals by Chuck White

Background by Morgan Cryar

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