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