Nashville Women Lyrics by Benjamin Tod
If it wasn’t for the powder and the fine tooth comb
If it wasn’t for the powder and the fine tooth comb
A lot of these Nashville women wouldn’t have no home
If the blues was wine I’d stay drunk all the time
If the blues was wine I’d be drunk all the time
It takes a long time baby, to get you from my mind
Going down the alley to see what I can find
Going down the Printer’s Alley to see what this boy can find
Let some Nashville women love me, let ’em rob me blind
Long tall woman you sure don’t have to talk
A long-legged woman sure don’t have to talk
I know you’re from Nashville I can tell by the way you walk
