Kay - Hit Crew Masters

Kay with all your singing 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 going 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 Big Ben clock chimes 3 A.M.

Starvin' hound dogs search the trash cans

My gas tank could stand a dollars worth of gas

All those chunk 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 echoed through an alley

And some woman said some fellow stabbed a man

I rushed miss teenage to a 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

The rose petals on my front seat

Fallen from the bouquet Jimmy took to June

Jim kept mumbling through his tear drops 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 oh

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 lost you to

The swinging 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