I like to live being free
Like the birds and stars above
Walk through the prairies and long trees
Smoking Mountains, memories…
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Nobody ever tries to move me
Or even think my thoughts will change
This is the kind of place, Lord I want to live
Nashville, Tennessee

There’s a cabin where you lay down when you’re ill
Coffee is ready, no time to kill!
And late at night, you pour one down
Those jukebox records don’t sound too loud

Broadway lights up to Music Row
And Opry shows playing all night long
Just good ole music satisfies my soul
Someday soon on the radio

CHORUS

Even thou Old Hank is not hearing my prayers
I still miss you, Tennessee

Music City, USA / "Cidade da Musica", EUA