(Verse 1) I pour m[G]y heart out, three[D] minutes at a time On a J-45, but [Am]no one's listening They're too busy drinking on the com[D]pany tab I scream my[G] lungs out, confess m[D]y secrets, all my sins But [Am]they don't give a damn Cause if it do[C]n't sound like the radio? Pass (Chorus) N[Am]ashville, y[D]ou win Your ste[G]el guitars...