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John Wesley Ryles - Kay

Kay by John Wesley Ryles Lyrics: 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 faithful Big Ben clock chimes 3 A.M. Starvin' hound dogs search the trash cans, my gas tank could stand ten dollar's worth again All those chuck 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 echo through an alley and some woman said some fellow stabbed a man I rushed miss teenager to the doctor she begged to give the child my name I've lost count of the cups of coffee that I've had Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city From my cab Two 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, U.S.A. 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 -- Written by Hank Mills (C) 1968 Columbia Records