Music City Blues
Davis Raines
G C
I’m stuck here in the middle lane, traffic backed up to the trains
G D
Same old woman on my brain and what to do but wait
G C
Here where buildings look like bats and Yankee boys in cowboy hats
G D G
Are asking people where it’s at and I tell ‘em it’s too late
D G
Hey Mama let me reverse the charges.
D G
Would you mind sending me my traveling shoes?
G C
Never mind ‘cause she’ll be gone regardless
G D G
And I’ll be here in Nashvegas with these Music City Blues
The record man don’t want my songs, he says they’re dark and much too long
Besides my accent’s much too strong for radio these days
So hush my mouth and call me dumb ‘cause I don’t understand how come.
Where you supposed to come from to be country anyway?
Hey Buddy, anybody spare a B string? ‘Cause mines broke and damn, I am too.
I tell you man, a man can start to see things,
When he’s getting off on Broadway with these Music City Blues.
But if I had it I would bet a hundred dollars now and yet
Tomorrow I’ll get up and get that wicked guitar down.
And give the wheel another spin and try to get it right again,
And place a bet on me to win the jackpot here in town.
Hey baby if it comes between us, I guess it’s just what I’s built to do
But maybe later on if it’s convenient
You can meet me at the Merchants with the Music City Blues
You can meet me at the Merchants with the Music City Blues
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