Nashville’s got hell to beat.nnAnd we’re all out of tranquilizer darts.nThere’s no more wine, there’snNo more wine.nYou’ve got to go,nGo home now.nnYou holding my hand now,nIs only strength slipping through more fingers.nYou leaving me now,nIs only one less face to remember.nnNow more to do,nIs only less to not do.nNow, more to do,nIs only less things to not do.nnNashville’s got hell to beat.n