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I was born at the Ryman AuditoriumDuring the Martha White portion of the "Grand Ole' Opry"Roy Acuff cut off my umbilicalAnd tied me off with his yo-yo stringIt was easy growing up for me in Nashville"Music City" has always been good to meThere's room for you, and your cowboy bootsWe'll even get you a rhinestone suitYou don't even have to sing on keyProducers with computers can fix it all in Nashville, TennesseeSo come and visit me in "Music City"We'll drink all night and write songs no one will singIn pick up bars, the country starsPlaying Japanese guitarsCome and visit me in Nashville, TennesseeThe hills are filled with naked hee-haw honeysWho all sing along in perfect harmonyThe worlds greatest living guitar pickersCan deliver you a pizza or sell you weedGuitar strings grow on shrubs and maple treesGuitar picks stumble out of gumball machinesRecord deals fly in and out like bumblebeesSongtexteThe cops carry caposIn case you want to change your keySo come and visit me in "Music City"We'll drink all night and write songs no one will singIn pick up bars, the country starsPlaying Japanese guitarsCome and visit me in Nashville, Tennessee Aus Songtexte Mania