Bobby Bare – Music City Usa (Guitar)

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It all started in this little town

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Way down in Texas

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When I first heard old Johnny Cash

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Singing prison blues

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I picked my guitar like a fool

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And read them country magazines

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Keeping up to snuff on the Music City news

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One Sunday morning found me there

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On the streets of Nashville

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Humming out the chorus to my latest melody

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Well I whooped into old Tootsie's bar

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And told them local pickers

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

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Can't you hear the music ringing

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Can't you hear the singers singing

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Can't you hear somebody humming on my homemade melody

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The lost and found are searching here

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And some new face from everywhere

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Is come to capture Music City, U.S.A

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One Sunday evening found me Lord

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In a corner booth at Limebaugh's

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Drinking black coffee and eating chili

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Like Marty Robbins and Earnest Tubb

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Set there tuning up my guitar

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Lord, I couldn't wait until Monday morning

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Figured if I couldn't make it then nobody could

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Well the years have come and gone

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I'm still here in Nashville

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Stumbling up and down 16th and 17th Avenue

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 Bugging everybody here

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That I can get to stop and listen

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 Trying hard to do all the things

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

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Can't you hear the music ringing

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Can't you hear the singers singing

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Can't you hear somebody humming on my homemade melody

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The lost and found are searching here

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And some new face from everywhere

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Is come to capture Music City, U.S.A