Текст песни 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, USA

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
Has come to capture Music City, USA

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
Sat there tuning up my guitar, Lord, I couldn′t wait 'til Monday morning
Figured if I couldn′t make it, well, shoot, nobody could

Well, the years have come and gone and 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? 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
Has come to capture Music City, USA