I was born at the Ryman Auditorium   During the Martha White portion of the "Grand Ole' Opry"   Roy Acuff cut off my umbilical   And tied me off with his yo-yo string      It was easy growing up for me in Nashville   "Music City" has always been good to me   There's room for you, and your cowboy boots   We'll even get you a rhinestone suit   You don't even have to sing on key   Producers with computers can fix it all in Nashville, Tennessee      So come and visit me in "Music City"   We'll drink all night and write songs no one will sing   In pick up bars, the country stars   Playing Japanese guitars   Come and visit me in Nashville, Tennessee      The hills are filled with naked hee-haw honeys   Who all sing along in perfect harmony   The worlds greatest living guitar pickers   Can deliver you a pizza or sell you weed      Guitar strings grow on shrubs and maple trees   Guitar picks stumble out of gumball machines   Record deals fly in and out like bumblebees   The cops carry capos   In case you want to change your key      So come and visit me in "Music City"   We'll drink all night and write songs no one will sing   In pick up bars, the country stars   Playing Japanese guitars   Come and visit me in Nashville, Tennessee