MUSIC CITY MACHINE
I been playing for 25 years
Giving blood, sweat in honky tonks
for tips and beers
After playing nearly all of my life
Well, I’m sick and damn tired of not being recognized
Talk on the mic just as much as I sing
Come to my show you might think it’s a ring
Got my style, my swagger, my strut like Natch
And Muhammad Ali taught me to be great
(Chorus)
Chains, I Got Chains
They won’t put me in a playlist
but I’m gonna make it anyways
Gonna’ be a ‘Rumble in the Jungle’
I’m gonna’ rope and dope and KO
The Music City Machine
I ain’t hatin’ on the ones that made it
Trying to talk shit, put it down or degrade it
I’m just looking for my seat on the bus
I can hear Rosa saying, “Well, you got to stand up!”
(Chorus)
Chains, I Got Chains
They won’t put me in a playlist
but I’m gonna make it anyways
Gonna’ be a ‘Rumble in the Jungle’
I’m gonna’ rope and dope and KO
The Music City Machine
I don’t care, I’ll still tour in a van
Play in a bar, do the best I can
But I bet a 20 in my bucket
In the end, I got two words for you,
SUCK IT!!!!!!
(Chorus)
Chains, I Got Chains
They won’t put me in a playlist
but I’m gonna make it anyways
Gonna’ be a ‘Rumble in the Jungle’
I’m gonna’ rope and dope and KO the music . . .
Gonna’ rope and dope and KO the music . . .
Gonna’ rope and dope and KO
The Music City Machine
words & music – Jason Link