Nashville Record Co. lyrics

They don't come to make sense, they come to take dollars Need a guitar player, handsome but none too smart They're not here to relate, they're here to move records I'll steal and borrow and blow my way up the charts I think I know, mama, who I'm born to be I'm gonna be a hip cat with a big fat salary Goodbye, Ohio, hello, Tennessee I am gonna work for the Nashville Record Company I'll be scouting for soul, I'll be hunting for talent With my ear to the ground sniffing for the next big thing I'd buy your bleeding heart, but it ain't in thе budget Someday I fear thеy'll replace us all with machines I think I know mama, who I'm born to be I'm gonna be a hip cat with a big fat salary Goodbye, Ohio, hello, Tennessee I am gonna work for the Nashville Record Company Play it, boys I think I know mama, who I'm born to be I'm gonna be a hip cat with a big fat salary Goodbye, Ohio, hello, Tennessee I am gonna work for the Nashville Record I'm gonna work for that Nashville Record I'm gonna work for the Nashville Record Company