The Nashville Blues
It’s not a genre
It’s not a country song
It’s not a band, a baseball team or
A tourist trap
It’s a season in this town
With shitty weather
And depressing tones
Grey skies, no clouds
Cold temperatures and a downer mood
All the songwriters escape it
They save their song cowrites
For LA and stay beachside
For 3 or more months
Not quite Seattle rains
Not quite torrential rains
In between just enough to ruin your day
It’s not bone chilling cold
Not a welcomed cool either
It doesn’t snow and doesn’t stop
And you don’t see the sun for days or weeks
If you stay in town
You might not feel it
But it creeps up after some time
Once you’re feeling lost, uncreative and in a funk
The Nashville Blues
It’s not a genre or a bluegrass band
But it was a baseball team
And it’s now also a shitty country song