Music City U.S.A. - Bobby Bare

It all started in this little town

Way down in Texas

When I first heard old Johnny Cash

Singing prison blues

I picked my guitar like a fool

And read them country magazines

Keeping up to snuff on the Music City news

One Sunday morning found me there

On the streets of Nashville

Humming out the chorus to my latest melody

Well I whooped into old Tootsie’s bar

And told them local pickers

I’d done come to capture Music City, U.S.A

Can’t you hear the music ringing

Can’t you hear the singers singing

Can’t you hear somebody humming on my homemade melody

The lost and found are searching here

And some new face from everywhere

Is come to capture Music City, U.S.A

One Sunday evening found me Lord

In a corner booth at Limebaugh’s

Drinking black coffee and eating chili

Like Marty Robbins and Earnest Tubb

Set there tuning up my guitar

Lord, I couldn’t wait until Monday morning

Figured if I couldn’t make it then nobody could

Well the years have come and gone

I’m still here in Nashville

Stumbling up and down 16th and 17th Avenue

Bugging everybody here

That I can get to stop and listen

Trying hard to do all the things

I told my mom and dad that I was going to do

Can’t you hear the music ringing…