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
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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