I was born at the Ryman Auditorium
During the Martha White portion of the "Grand Ole' Opry"
Roy Acuff cut off my umbilical
And tied me off with his yo-yo string

It was easy growing up for me in Nashville
"Music City" has always been good to me
There's room for you, and your cowboy boots
We'll even get you a rhinestone suit
You don't even have to sing on key
Producers with computers can fix it all in Nashville, Tennessee

So come and visit me in "Music City"
We'll drink all night and write songs no one will sing
In pick up bars, the country stars
Playing Japanese guitars
Come and visit me in Nashville, Tennessee

The hills are filled with naked hee-haw honeys
Who all sing along in perfect harmony
The worlds greatest living guitar pickers
Can deliver you a pizza or sell you weed

Guitar strings grow on shrubs and maple trees
Guitar picks stumble out of gumball machines
Record deals fly in and out like bumblebees
The cops carry capos
In case you want to change your key

So come and visit me in "Music City"
We'll drink all night and write songs no one will sing
In pick up bars, the country stars
Playing Japanese guitars
Come and visit me in Nashville, Tennessee


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