I like to live being free Like the birds and stars above Walk through the prairies and long trees Smoking Mountains, memories… Chorus Nobody ever tries to move me Or even think my thoughts will change This is the kind of place, Lord I want to live Nashville, Tennessee There's a cabin where you lay down when you're ill Coffee is ready, no time to kill! And late at night, you pour one down Those jukebox records don't sound too loud Broadway lights up to Music Row And Opry shows playing all night long Just good ole music satisfies my soul Someday soon on the radio Chorus Even thou Old Hank is not hearing my prayers I still miss you, Tennessee Music City, USA