The day I came to Hollywood I got off the bus just me and my guitar
My hair was all jacked up for Jesus; it got real quiet when I walked in that bar
And some big ol' guy just walked on by with a devil tattoo and an earring in his nose
Well I tried to introduce myself but no one took the time to say hello
So I pulled out my guitar and I launched into a Dolly Parton song
And before I knew it coats of many colors began to sing along
And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin, dyin'
Somebody did somebody wrong songs
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits and chicken country music love song
Now I realized this city life must have taken a toll on all these lonesome souls
And I couldn't help but wonder what would make a guy wanna wear women's clothes
When finally a real man sat next to me and ordered a tequila
He turned and smiled and shook my hand and said hi there, my name is Sheila
He said I heard you from across the room - is that what they call a mountain music song
He said I must admit I laughed at first, then I found myself singin' along
And it wasn't one of those lyin', cryin', cheatin, dyin'
Somebody did somebody wrong songs
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits and chicken country music love song
Well I had a ball, I liked 'em all but I could never call this place my home
And as my bus drove by that bar I swore I could hear 'em singin' on
And it wasn't one of those lyin', cryin', cheatin, dyin'
Somebody did somebody wrong songs
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits and chicken, cow pie kickin' country music love song