Brad Paisley - City of Music lyrics
Brad Paisley [Bradley Douglas Paisley] Glen Dale, West Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Brad Paisley - City of Music lyrics]
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
And 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
And 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, 4x4s 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 singin' oh, oh
So she sold him some boots on Friday
And he wore 'em on their date that night
They sat around singin' George and Tammy
And 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, 4x4s it's the City of Music
This is hillbilly Holy land
Ol' Hank drank right where you stand
It's alright, 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 somethin' 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, 4x4s it's the City of Music
I am a pilgrim in this land
Mother Maybelle, take my hand
It's alright, I'm with the band
It's the City of Music
Singin' oh, oh singin' oh, oh
Singin' for the children oh, oh
Singin' oh, oh
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
And 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
And 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, 4x4s 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 singin' oh, oh
So she sold him some boots on Friday
And he wore 'em on their date that night
They sat around singin' George and Tammy
And 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, 4x4s it's the City of Music
This is hillbilly Holy land
Ol' Hank drank right where you stand
It's alright, 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 somethin' 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, 4x4s it's the City of Music
I am a pilgrim in this land
Mother Maybelle, take my hand
It's alright, I'm with the band
It's the City of Music
Singin' oh, oh singin' oh, oh
Singin' for the children oh, oh
Singin' oh, oh