So I stopped dreaming of the quiet life
I may not show it
It cuts just like a knife
"Don't go there, it will rip your world apart
A change of rhythm
Will change your heart."
But no matter where it's at
I'll always be the coolest cat
Gon' march into soulsville, I'm lookin' for my crown
Now at last it's my debut
My little country days are through
This kid is a-marchin' to town.
God only knows how I will find you here
Between the buttons
Still I can feel you near
Son of a poor man keeps his place in line
But I'll be wiser
Ain't got the time
'Cause it don't matter where it's at
I'll always be the coolest cat
Gon' march into soulsville, I'm lookin' for my crown
Now at last it's my debut
My little country days are through
This kid is a-marchin' to town.
Pack a suitcase no regrets
A 7" of Bernadette
A guitar, a Hammond, some shakers for my soul
I have promised to be true
My mama was, her papa too
This poor heart will never grow old
In town, kid's a-marchin' to town...