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 songsHit 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