Well you say you're from the city

Chicago is your home

Hey I'm a country girl

Over Oklahoma way

Oh there are miles and miles between us

But that don't mean a thing

When those guitars start to play



Oh sweet sounds of freedom

Ringing through the air

Sending out a message to us all

We don't have a curtain

Made of iron or stone

We are not divided by a wall



Chorus:

So come on tell me

Hey, hey, hey

From L.A. to Broadway

Hey, hey, hey

Let the music lift you up

Hey, hey, hey,

Whoa everybody's singin'

Hey, hey, hey,

Let the music lift you up



When you're feelin' low

Hit that radio

Let the music lift you

Let the music lift you

Up, way up, way up



There are books that tell us

What makes this whole world turn

And how heaven holds the star wars

But there's no explanation

Lord it's still a mystery

How a song can touch your heart



Repeat Chorus



Let the music lift you

Let the music lift you

Up, way up, way up