Music City

They call it Music City

It used to be a country town.

They’d write a little ditty

Then their suitcase would come ‘round.

“You gotta go to Nashville.”

They were told with eyes of stars.

Guitar, full tank of gas

For their beat-up compact cars.

On the road and heading

Toward those Music City lights.

Hopes of fame and stardom

Hopes to reach the greatest heights.

It’s not as easy as you think

To break big in this town

But if you like to drink

There is a tortured soul to drown.

And inside every Honky Tonk

A singer with guitar

Some talent and a jaunty walk

Will take you pretty far.

You may not become famous but you can

Work and have a life.

Any ignoramus knows that’s

The way to get a wife.

Or husband if you do prefer

Whichever way you lean.

No one judges people

In this city with a sheen.

But Nashville’s more than this these days

There’s stars of every kind.

And rock n’ roll is made here now

There’s no bias assigned.

Jack White makes his home here now

And Justin Timberlake.

Ben Folds makes his albums here

There’s lots more hearts to break.

And if you’ve thought of moving here

You wouldn’t be alone.

People come from all around

And they arrive in droves.

Our city sure is special

When the sun sets o’er the skyline

If you come and think of staying 

Well, my friends, that’s by design.