Kay
Composer(s): Hank Mills
Performer(s): John Wesley Ryles



Kay, with all your singin' talent
Back in Houston, Nashville's all you talked about
I sold everything I owned to bring you here
Now you'll be famous, there's no doubt

Last week you knocked 'em out in New York
Tonight Chicago's goin' wild
Kay, your new record on the jukebox don't sound bad
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 3 a.m.
Starvin' hound dogs search the trash cans
My gas tank could stand a dollar's worth again

All those chuck holes here on main street
Jar my rib cage, I could cuss
Kay, the crowd of night life people look so sad
Kay, I'm livin', yet I'm dyin'
Starin' out at Music City from my cab

Two young soldiers from Fort Campbell
Told me how they hate that war in Vietnam
Sirens echo through an alley
And some woman said some fellah 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

Three rose petals on my front seat
Fallen from the bouquet Jimmy took to June
Jim kept mumblin' through his teardrops
God, she'll 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

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

Kay, I'm livin', yet I'm dyin'
Starin' out at Music City from my cab