You don't know why, you can't make it stop

You were hooked with your daddy's hand-me-down flat top

The first time that you made your first love cry

And the words you wrote were running from her eyes

Down on the paper, made you feel so alive

So you packed up your pickup and crossed that tennessee line.

You're always searching for a little something different to say

And the bible from a woman who's standing on the stage

You get told you're fitting in, you get told you don't belong

You drink too much in a smokey little bar downtown

Stumble home when it's time to throw in the towel

Wake up in the morning, look out, and the sunlight hurts

Find your old guitar, write down another verse

In the land of a million songs.

Everybody's got a story that needs to be sold

And they pray someday they'll hang a little gold

And ride back to their hometown with their head held high

On any given day, there's a dream, there's a chance

That lightning will strike at the end of a pen

And all the leaving, and losing, will all be worth the fight.

So you're always searching for a little something different to say

And the bible from a woman who's standing on the stage

You get told you're fitting in, you get told you don't belong

You take that loan dot job just to pay the rent

You learn a few things from them hard-working men

You listen to 'em laugh and you listen to 'em curse

You find your old guitar and write down another verse

In the land of a million songs.

Some will come and some will go

If you don't lay it all out there, you'll never know.

You're always searching for a little something different to say

And the bible from a woman who's standing on the stage

You get told you're fitting in, you get told, boy, you don't belong

You drink too much in a smokey little bar downtown

Stumble home when it's time to throw in the towel

Wake up in the morning, look out, and the sunlight hurts

You find that old guitar and write down another verse

In the land of a million songs

In the land of a million songs.