E A E
Kay with all your singin' talent, back in Houston, Nashville's all you talked about
A B7
I sold everything I owned to bring you here, now you'll be famous, there's no doubt
A E
Last week you knocked out in New York, tonight Chicago's goin' wild
G#m A
Kay your new record on the jukebox don't sound bad
E A E
Kay, I'm livin' yet I'm dyin', starin' out at Music City from my cab
Caution lights blink out their warning, some old faithful Big Ben clock chimes 3AM
Starvin' hounddogs search the trash can, my gas tank could stand a dollar's worth, again
All those chuckholes here on Main Street jar my ribcage, I could cuss
Kay the crowd of nightlife people look so sad
Kay, I'm livin' yet I'm dyin', starin' out at Music City from my cab
Key of F
Two young soldiers from Ft. Campbell told me how they fought a war they never won
Sirens echo through an alley and some woman said some fellow stabbed a man
I rushed Miss Teenage to the doctor, she begged to give the child my name
I've lost count of cups of coffee That I've had
Kay, I'm livin' yet I'm dyin', starin' out at Music City from my cab
Key of F#
Three rose petals on my front seat fallen from the bouquet Jimmy took to June
Jim kept mumblin' through his teardrops, "God how'd she leave this world with flowers in her room?"
Kay, I showed some drunk your picture and he made some smart remark
So I hit him in the mouth, boy was I mad
Kay, I'm livin' yet I'm dyin', starin' out at Music City from my cab
Bridge:
Not sure of the chords here.
Guitars, organs, horns, violins, and pianos, how they play
Grinding out the latest sounds from Music City, USA
Kay although I know I've lost you to the swingin' music world
I kiss pictures of those happy times we had
Kay, I'm livin' yet I'm dyin', starin' out at Music City from my cab
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