The day I came to Hollywood, I got off the bus, just me an' my guitar. My hair was all jacked-up for Jesus, It got real quiet when I walked in that bar. Some mean old guy just walked on by, With a devil tattoo and an' erring in his nose. Well, I tried to introduce myself, But no-one took the time to say hello. So I pulled out my guitar, An' I launched into a Dolly Parton song. An' before I knew it, Coats of many colors began to sing along. And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin', Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs. It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken, Country music love song. Now I realised this city life, Musta taken a toll on all them lonesome souls. An' I couldn't help wonder what would make a guy, Wanna wear women's clothes. When finally, a real man sat next to me, An' ordered a Tequila. Well, he turned an' smiled an' shook my hand, An' 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 them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin', Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs. It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken, Country music love song. Well, I had a fall, I liked them all, But I could never call this place my home. An' as my bus rode past that bar, I swore I could hear 'em singin' on. And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin', Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs. It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken, Country music love song. It was.