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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heather Myles
Heather Myles
Vocals
Bob Gothar
Bob Gothar
Guitar
Taras Prodaniuk
Taras Prodaniuk
Electric Bass Guitar
James Christie
James Christie
Drums
Skip Edwards
Skip Edwards
Keyboards
Gary Morris
Gary Morris
Pedal Steel Guitar
Pride Hutchinson
Pride Hutchinson
Percussion
Beth Anderson
Beth Anderson
Background Vocals
Jonathan Clark
Jonathan Clark
Background Vocals
Mark Christian
Mark Christian
Banjo
Scott Joss
Scott Joss
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Heather Myles
Heather Myles
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heather Myles
Heather Myles
Producer
James Tanksley
James Tanksley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Dumas
Michael Dumas
Recording Engineer
Scott Oyster
Scott Oyster
Assistant Recording Engineer
Raphael Serrano
Raphael Serrano
Assistant Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Dusty Wakeman
Dusty Wakeman
Recording Engineer
Mark Carter
Mark Carter
Producer

Lyrics

I was raised on country: a steady dose of Haggard an' Jones
Conway and Loretta, were always on the radio
But everythin' has changed since then, they say it's for the good
But I think it's a cryin' shame Nashville's gone Hollywood
You won't need a steel guitar in your watered down rock 'n roll
An' you might even find yourself on the cover of The Rolling Stone
You'll be lookin' mighty fine in your designer clothes
An' you won't need the Opry; you'll be singin' on Jay Leno
They'll put you in the movies
You'll have your video
An' if you're young an' sexy
You'll be rollin' in the dough
You'll sell a million records
Oh, that must mean you're good
Move on over, Ernest Tubb
Nashville's gone Hollywood
I'm still giggin' on Broadway, makin' rounds on Music Row
Hopin', maybe someday, I'll hear my song on the radio
But they say I'm too country: I wouldn't change it if I could
'Cause I think it's a cryin' shame Nashville's gone Hollywood
They'll put you in the movies
You'll have your video
An' if you're young an' sexy
You'll be rollin' in the dough
You'll sell a million records
Oh, that must mean you're good
Move on over, Ernest Tubb
Nashville's gone Hollywood
Yeah, move on over, Ernest Tubb
Nashville's gone Hollywood
Written by: Heather Myles
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