Verse 1: There's a place I know Where the living is slow, And the people don't care about tomorrow. A New England town Where there's nothing around, But the trees and the grass and the meadows. But on Saturday night, This place is alright. All the people come 'round looking pretty. 'Cause this lazy old town Is the best place around, And it's known to us all as Rock City. Chorus: Rock City U.S.A. Every band around Wants to get on down To the town that's called Rock City. Verse 2: It's just a big old farm With a tiny little barn Sitting right smack dab in the middle. And the hard rock sound Gets a little turned around When the farmer walks in with his fiddle. He's the owner of the place. There's a smile on his face When the band lets him in on the playing. People sing along and they all have fun When they head on down to Rock City. Chorus: Rock City U.S.A. People dance and swing. Everybody sings, And they boogie all night At Rock City. Chorus: Rock City U.S.A. Every band around Wants to get on down To the town that's called Rock City. Chorus: Rock City U.S.A. People dance and swing. Everybody sings, And they boogie all night At Rock City- Rock City U.S.A. Outro: Rock City, yeah! Rock City, U.S.A. Rock City, yeah! Rock City, U.S.A. Rock City, yeah! Rock City, U.S.A. Rock City, yeah! Rock City, U.S.A.
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