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A little ditty about Nashville, gentrification, homeless, and the statue of Nathan Bedford Forrest that still was waving a pistol at everyone approaching the city from the south at the time this song was written.

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out there on the west side
the songwriters stay up late at night
chasing dreams of a set of wings
from the people who hold their puppet strings
and out there on the broadway
half a mile from the highway
they play guitar for the people at the bar
who ain't even gonna remember their names

'cause it's a city of exploiters
a city of exploiters
i'm beginning to fear there's nowhere here
for the girl who sells you your cigarettes

it's a city of exploiters
a city of exploiters
i'm beginning to fear there's nowhere here
for the girl who sells you your cigarettes

at city's edge nathan forrest stands
waving a pistol from his dirty hands
to send a message
to a city that's stressing
over whether musicians can record in their homes
while the homeless sleep on the empty ground
the city done went and put a fence around
to take away a place to stay
from people who already got nothin' at all

it's a city of exploiters
a city of exploiters
i'm beginning to fear there's nowhere here
for the girl who sells you your cigarettes

it's a city of exploiters
a city of exploiters
i'm beginning to fear there's nowhere here
for the girl who sells you your cigarettes

well the message it isn't subliminal
maybe we should all be criminals
there's plenty to rob who don't need a job
'cause they bought a house before two thousand ten
or maybe we need revival
'cause it's a struggle for survival
to lay our desires on the funeral pyre
or burn it all down in a holy fire


'cause it's a city of exploiters
a city of exploiters
i'm beginning to fear there's nowhere here
for the girl who sells you your cigarettes


it's a city of exploiters
a city of exploiters
i'm beginning to fear there's nowhere here
for the girl who sells you your cigarettes

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from The Devil is Alive And Well in Nashville, released July 26, 2023
Written by Peter Dickson.

Performed by Peter Dickson (vocals, rhythm guitar) and Guy Christiano (lead guitar)

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