Lyrics

I moved to music city, I had the country fever in my soul.
Here to hit the big time, what little did I know.
I thought the streets of Nashville, were pure solid country gold.
Between the neon and the rainbow, it’s a man made dream. Yes it is.
Sometimes it’s unreal, as real as it seems.
Sold out in Birmingham, packed house in New Orleans.
Chorus
Playin’ 30 year old songs, on a 30 year old guitar.
6 Cat Daddy’s, touring in a Cadillac car.
I’m just a musician I’m not no mathematician, I get paid to let the good times roll.
Keeping it country, cause country is all I know.
Everywhere I go, everybody knows my name.
From Mobile Alabama, to thumbing in the pouring rain.
I’ve seen a lot of places, I just want to pick and sing.
Juke joints, night clubs, Honky Tonk’s and back street bars.
Hands fist never worse, gonna be some burned out star. Doing what?

Playin’ 30 year old songs, on a 30 year old guitar.
6 Mac Daddy’s, touring in a Pontiac car. mmm
I’m just a musician, I ain’t no math a’ magician I get paid to let the good times roll.
Keeping it country, cause country is all I know.
Keeping it country, cause country is the way to go.