So I stopped dreaming of the quiet life I may not show it It cuts just like a knife "Don't go there, it will rip your world apart A change of rhythm Will change your heart." But no matter where it's at I'll always be the coolest cat Gon' march into soulsville, I'm lookin' for my crown Now at last it's my debut My little country days are through This kid is a-marchin' to town. God only knows how I will find you here Between the buttons Still I can feel you near Son of a poor man keeps his place in line But I'll be wiser Ain't got the time 'Cause it don't matter where it's at I'll always be the coolest cat Gon' march into soulsville, I'm lookin' for my crown Now at last it's my debut My little country days are through This kid is a-marchin' to town. Pack a suitcase no regrets A 7" of Bernadette A guitar, a Hammond, some shakers for my soul I have promised to be true My mama was, her papa too This poor heart will never grow old In town, kid's a-marchin' to town...