Ultra attractive, dresses too nice
Talks about the time she hung out in Hollywood
When she's in ecstacy she never notices me
She thinks too much, once strung out in Hollywood

You must be, you must be
You must be from Nashville
You must be, you must be
You must be from Nashville

Got a thing for celebrities
She knows a ton of these
She once went out with ol' Buck Owens
Her mama got a rich fruity boy of course
Also got a thing for celebrities
She went out with Buck Owens

You must be, you must be
You must be from Nashville
You must be, you must be
Straight from the cashville

You know she probably thinks she's better than most folks
And she just might be
My pa helped build that Cadillac that my uncle sold her family
She ain't never paid for nothin', Buddy Cage
And it's robbed her of her soul
I'd gladly switch places with her now
But I'd still stay a man, you know

Maybe I'd talk to her all night
Got a lot things that I really like
What scares you most
Is that I sit and stare at her all night

You must be, you must be
You must be from Nashville
You must be, you must be
Forgive me, excuse me, I'm just from Knoxville

She is so defending
Her mind is so unbending
She is so condescending
That it turns me on
It turns me on
It turns me on
It turns me on