Taking bows and blowing kisses
Encores and curtain calls
After pouring out my heart
I'm loving the applause
You're back home doin' dishes
Putting the kids to bed
As I'm walking off a stage
With this chorus in my head
There'd be no blue notes up in Memphis
No bent strings in New Orleans
Nobody'd sing along in Ft. Forth
'Cause they'd have never heard of me
I'd be a needle with no groove
If I couldn't come home to you
Honey, the truth is, I couldn't do this
There'd be no music
I think I'll skip the afterparty
Hell, every one's the same
A room full of strangers
Who all seem to know my name
Buying shots and taking pictures
Telling' me how great I am
Well, I appreciate it all
But I know they don't understand
There'd be no blue notes up in Memphis
No bent strings in New Orleans
Nobody'd sing along in Ft. Forth
'Cause they'd have never heard of me
I'd be a needle with no groove
If I couldn't come home to you
Honey, the truth is, I couldn't do this
There'd be no music
There'd be no blue notes up in Memphis
No bent strings in New Orleans
Nobody'd sing along in Ft. Forth
'Cause they'd have never heard of me
I'd be a needle with no groove
If I couldn't come home to you
Honey, the truth is, I couldn't do this
There'd be no music
