City of Music

The karaoke queen of Tyler, Texas outgrew her little pond She packed up her car, took the Church Street exit On half a tank of broken songs Hit the ground runnin' on Broadway While she's waitin' on her dream to come true Someone's gotta tend the bars, someone's gotta sell the boots In the City of Music Second string quarterback, junior transfer learnin' how to play guitar He bought a ring for his high-school girlfriend Right before she broke his heart Now she's gettin' married to his ex-best friend Now there's only one thing to do 'Cause you can make a million dollars just by singin' the blues In the City of Music Tell the truth, play some chords Pay your dues and praise the Lord Cadillacs, four by fours, it's the City of Music This ain't no Big Apple or La La Land Harlan drank right where you stand Tell the bouncer you're with the band It's the City of Music Singin', oh-oh, oh-whoa Singin', oh-oh, oh-whoa So she sold him some boots on Friday And he wore 'em on their date that night They sat around singin' George and Tammy woke up in a co-write Maybe it'll last forever, maybe only a week or two Sometimes you write the songs and sometimes the songs write you Just tell the truth, play some chords Pay your dues and praise the Lord Cadillacs, four by fours, it's the City of Music This is hillbilly Holy land Old Hank drank right where you stand It's all right, I'm with the band It's the City of Music Sing it for the ghosts that came before you And play 'til your fingers hurt Leave something that'll ring out after In the rafters of the Mother Church Tell the truth, play some chords Pay your dues and praise the Lord Cadillacs, four by fours, it's the City of Music I am a pilgrim in this land Mother Maybelle take my hand It's all right, I'm with the band It's the City of Music Singin', oh-oh, oh-whoa Singin', oh-oh, oh-whoa Sing it for the children, oh-oh, oh-whoa Singin', oh-oh, oh-whoa