Uploaded August 2008 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Kay by John Wesley Ryles
Lyrics:
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 livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Caution lights blink out their warning some old faithful Big Ben clock chimes 3 A.M.
Starvin' hound dogs search the trash cans, my gas tank could stand ten dollar's worth again
All those chuck holes here on main street jar my rib cage I could cuss
Kay, the crowd of night life people look so sad
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Two young soldiers from Fort Campbell told me how they hate that war in Vietnam
Sirens echo through an alley and some woman said some fellow stabbed a man
I rushed miss teenager to the doctor she begged to give the child my name
I've lost count of the cups of coffee that I've had
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Two rose petals on my front seat fallen from the bouquet Jimmy took to June
Jim kept mumbling through his tear drops 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 boy was I mad oh
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Guitars, organs, horns, violins, and pianos, how they play
Grinding out the latest sounds from music city, U.S.A.
Kay, although I know I lost you to the swinging music world
I kiss pictures of those happy times we had
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
--
Written by Hank Mills
(C) 1968 Columbia Records
Kay by John Wesley Ryles
Lyrics:
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 livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Caution lights blink out their warning some old faithful Big Ben clock chimes 3 A.M.
Starvin' hound dogs search the trash cans, my gas tank could stand ten dollar's worth again
All those chuck holes here on main street jar my rib cage I could cuss
Kay, the crowd of night life people look so sad
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Two young soldiers from Fort Campbell told me how they hate that war in Vietnam
Sirens echo through an alley and some woman said some fellow stabbed a man
I rushed miss teenager to the doctor she begged to give the child my name
I've lost count of the cups of coffee that I've had
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Two rose petals on my front seat fallen from the bouquet Jimmy took to June
Jim kept mumbling through his tear drops 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 boy was I mad oh
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Guitars, organs, horns, violins, and pianos, how they play
Grinding out the latest sounds from music city, U.S.A.
Kay, although I know I lost you to the swinging music world
I kiss pictures of those happy times we had
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
Kay I'm livin', yet I'm dyin' starin' out at music city
From my cab
--
Written by Hank Mills
(C) 1968 Columbia Records
