Music City.

Got shotgun weddings and no sidewalks.

All day to wait no place to go, just sit around watching the weeds grow.

They're all talkin' 'bout tin-pipe dreams, I just keep cryin' every time I'm angry.

And this small town forever sleeps with nothing, no one, never ending.

Shotgun.

Oh Tennessee, no privacy, we got the P-P-L not the M.I.B.

You never met, they still know your name, your whole life story and what's keeping you moving.

So tell your friends I got a bad attitude because I don't wave back when I don't know you.

And Manchester, never awake one chain operation, ignorance like disease.

Gotta keep it PG so teens migrate to city parks, no shopping malls just empty hearts.

Whatcha gonna be come next week? Find a full description in a magazine.

They call us Music City, looks like ghost towns and dead-ends to me.
Well they call us Music City, we're just small towns and big dreams.
T-town creeps and cheap sushi, grocery stripmall, Saturday bowling, walking distance, just walk away.
Like Rocket Town skateboard graffitti. Murfreesboro, got nothing but family, empty like a ghost town, no script no part.

Tennessee. Bible-belting. Racial stereotyping.
Rednecks and rebel flags.
Whiskey pouring out of pick-up trucks, don't hitch hike 'cause they'd never pick me up.

Called me brave for bein' myself. Well, I always thought that brave stood for something else,

And they call us Music City, looks like ghosts and dead-ends to me. They call us Music City, we're just small towns and big dreams.