The day I came to Hollywood,

I got off the bus, just me an' my guitar.

My hair was all jacked-up for Jesus,

It got real quiet when I walked in that bar.

Some mean old guy just walked on by,

With a devil tattoo and an' erring in his nose.

Well, I tried to introduce myself,

But no-one took the time to say hello.



So I pulled out my guitar,

An' I launched into a Dolly Parton song.

An' before I knew it,

Coats of many colors began to sing along.

And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',

Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.

It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,

Country music love song.



Now I realised this city life,

Musta taken a toll on all them lonesome souls.

An' I couldn't help wonder what would make a guy,

Wanna wear women's clothes.

When finally, a real man sat next to me,

An' ordered a Tequila.

Well, he turned an' smiled an' shook my hand,

An' said: "Hi there, my name is Sheila."



He said: "I heard you from across the room.

"Is that what they call a mountain music song?"

He said: "I must admit, I laughed at first,

"Then I found myself singin' along."

And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',

Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.

It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,

Country music love song.



Well, I had a fall, I liked them all,

But I could never call this place my home.

An' as my bus rode past that bar,

I swore I could hear 'em singin' on.



And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',

Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.

It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,

Country music love song.

It was.