Karaoké City of Music Brad Paisley

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

'Cos 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 and 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

Singing, whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh

Singing, whoa, 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 and four-by-fours 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 'till 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 and four-by-fours 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, whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh

Singing, whoa, oh oh

Singing for the children whoa, oh oh, whoa, oh

Singing, whoa, oh oh