626 Music

Lyrics

Sitting here all alone
Walls covered in studio foam
Banging it out on the six-string
Trying to get it right when I sing

It’s starts with a song they say
And a little heartbeat living in a Gibson case
Tuned up and ready to play

Six string truth, tell it to me straight
Honesty right up in the face
Three chords ring, somebody sing
About the bona fide real thing
Right on cue sounds pretty cool
Four on the floor makes you wanta move
Words pour out one hundred proof
Ain’t nothing like the six-string truth
Ain’t nothing like the six-string truth

You know it feeds the soul
When the pick turns steel into gold
Laying it down and feeling the vibe
As another blank page comes alive

It’s starts with a song they say
And a Music City getaway
Round’em up, and get ready to play

(Repeat Chorus)

It starts in the water taking shower
Humming a tune in your head getting louder
Where did it come from, it’s coming now
Better dry off quick and write it down

(Repeat Chorus)

Robert Vallecorse (BMI)
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