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 running on Broadway,
And while she's waiting 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
Learning how to play guitar
He bought a ring for his high school girlfriend
Right before she broke his heart
Now she's getting married to his ex-best friend
And there's only one thing to do
'Cause you can make a million dollars just by singing 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
Singing, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Singing, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

So she sold him some boots on Friday,
And he wore 'em on their date that night
They sat around singing 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 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, 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
Singing, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Singing, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Singing for the children, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Singing, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh