Low Hanging Fruit Lyrics

You move to town and they change your name 

All for 15 minutes of fame

At night on stage you're pretty brave 

They give you a shovel to dig your grave 

You got a Gibson and stylish hat 

Covering Childers but you're singing flat 

And all your buddies they lie to you 

When they tell you you sound like something new

Cuz Nashville really ain't in the south 

When you're in Texas you shut your mouth 

Americana is the truth and you'll follow suit 

Yeah but it ain't you You're just low hanging fruit 

Sold your soul for a record deal 

Making a tik-tok for curb appeal 

Your shaking hands at the meet and greet

While your manager's counting your money behind the scenes

Cuz Nashville really ain't in the south 

When you're in Texas you shut your mouth 

Americana is the truth and you'll follow suit 

Yeah but it ain't you you're just low hanging fruit 

Cuz Nashville really ain't in the south 

When you're in Texas you shut your mouth 

Americana is the truth and you'll follow suit 

Hell but it ain't you  It ain't youuuuu

Cuz Nashville really ain't in the south 

When you're in Texas you shut your mouth 

Americana is the truth and you'll follow suit 

Yeah but it ain't you you're just low hanging fruit 

You're just low hanging fruit