This Town Gets Around - Margo Price

In this town everybody’s trying

To get a piece of everybody else

It gets hard to tell a real friend from a fake one

So many promises, favors, and lies

Most of the city wears a good disguise

And even I too have been known to wear one

As the saying goes, it’s not who you know

But it’s who you blow that’ll put you in the show

And if that’s not the case, I hear you pay 'em

But I don’t come easy and I’m flat broke

So I guess it’s me who gets the joke

Maybe I’d be smarter if I played dumb

I can’t count all the times I’ve been had

Now I know much better than to let that make me mad

I don’t let none of that get me down

From what I’ve found, this town gets around

Well the very first manager I had

He was old enough he could have been my dad

He took me out for drinks and talked a big talk

He said, «Darling, sign on the dotted line

Kiss my cheek and drink this wine

But if you walk on me, then you can just walk»

I can’t count all the times I’ve been had

Now I know much better than to let that make me mad

I don’t let none of that get me down

From what I’ve found, this town gets around

When I first came here the streets were paved with gold

And you can walk that road, I’ve been told

But I won’t put out or be controlled

I don’t write the shit that gets bought and sold

Ask any man, he might know

Who used to live on Music Row

That was then and this is now

And he told me this town gets around

From what I’ve found this town gets around