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23 Jan 99 - 05:00 PM (#55386) Subject: looking for lyrics to a song titled From: dogbytes@pacbell.net Hello...I'm looking for info or song lyrics to a song recorded around 1968 called, I believe, Kay. I can't recal the artists name but it was something, something, the third. I believe it was a kind of country protest song. Some of the lyrics were. "Two young soldiers from fort campbell told me how they hate that war in Viet Nam. Sirens echo down an alley and a women screams some fella stabbed a man." I think the refrain was something like "Kay although I know I've lost you to that swinging music world, I can still recall the happy times we had. Kay I'm living, yet I'm dying staring out at music city from my cab." Any info is greatly appreciated. |
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23 Jan 99 - 08:21 PM (#55409) Subject: RE: looking for lyrics to a song titled From: Gene You will find it at the - * COWPIE * |
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06 Oct 10 - 04:34 PM (#3001270) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Kay (Hank Mills) From: GUEST,doug john wesley ryles and redone by daryle singletary |
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08 Oct 10 - 08:17 AM (#3002388) Subject: Lyr Add: KAY (Hank Mills) From: Jim Dixon These lyrics were posted along with the recording at YouTube. I checked them against the recording. KAY Written by Hank Mills, © '68 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI As sung by John Wesley Ryles. 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 living, yet I'm dying, staring out at Music City from my cab. Caution lights blink out their warning. Some old faithful Big Ben clock chimes three a.m. Starving hound dogs search the trash can. My gas tank could stand a dollar's worth again. All those chuckholes here on Main Street jar my rib cage. I can cuss. Kay, the crowd of nightlife people look so sad. Kay, I'm living, yet I'm dying, staring out at Music City from my cab. Two young soldiers from Fort Campbell told me how they fought a war they never won. Sirens echoed through an alley and some woman said some fellow stabbed a man. I rushed Miss Teenage to the doctor. She begged to give the child my name. I've lost count of cups of coffee that I've had. Kay, I'm living, yet I'm dying, staring out at Music City from my cab. Three rose petals on my front seat fallen from the bouquet Jimmy took to June. Jim kept mumbling through his teardrops, "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 for was I mad. Kay, I'm living, yet I'm dying, staring out at Music City from my cab. Guitars, organs, horns, violins, and pianos, how they play, Grinding out the latest sounds from Music City, USA. Kay, although I know I've lost you to the swinging music world, I kiss pictures of those happy times we've had. Kay, I'm living, yet I'm dying, staring out at Music City from my cab. Kay, I'm living, yet I'm dying, staring out at Music City from my cab. |