Kay

Album

kay

Label

Columbia Records

Genre

Country

Composer(s)

Hank Mills

Entered Chart

Dec 28, 1968

Peak Date

Jan 18, 1969

Released

1968

Recorded

Unknown

Catalog #

Columbia 4-44682

B-Side

Come On Home

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