| Oh, I love this city, everybody’s got a song
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| It’s like a secret we will always meant to share
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| From the church on every corner to the Broadway honky tonks
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| We’ve got a million songs that mingle in the air
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| And, oh, I love this city
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| Well, the bus rolled in in Nashville, it parked on holy ground
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| Beside the red brick of the Mother church of country
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| For a hundred years the heart would hear, it’s been socking up the sound
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| In other states it feels a secret as a Sunday
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| And, oh, I love this city
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| Everybody’s got a song
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| Everybody’s got a song
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| And, oh, it sounds so pretty
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| When everybody sings along
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| We’ve been gone a couple of weeks now and I’ve playing for the crowd
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| Sometimes they’re looking back as if they knowing well
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| But tonight I know my family and my friends are in the house
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| And I just need the story only you can tell
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| And, oh, I love this city
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| Everybody’s got a song
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| Everybody’s got a song
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| And, oh, it sounds so pretty
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| When everybody sings along
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| But here’s a dark night in the skyline, we’ve got cattle in the field
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| And we’ve got …, puppet shows and poets
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| And when the river is in flood with all the sorrow that you feel
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| Well, we’ve got just the song you need and I think you know it
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| It’s a song that came before us, it’s gonna be here when we’re gone
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| Sometimes I think I hear it drifting on the wind
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| And it tells me there is a city where the band plays on and on
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| And every soul is gonna sing the last 'Amen'
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| And, oh, I love that city
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| Everybody’s got a song
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| Everybody’s got a song
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| And, oh, it sounds so pretty
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| When everybody sings along |