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
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