Got my name on a marquee sign, gotta be tuned up by nine, Oh I wish I could find the time to stop and call my momma. Got a suitcase full of high heels, little home on eighteen wheels,
Front row view of how it feels to live as big as I wanna. There's no forgetting my humble beginnings.
Where I'm going, God only knows. I leave a little piece of me everywhere I go. Pretty lights, city signs, and a skyline glow, But you can't take the small town from a small town soul.
King James and a journal page in the nightstand drawer, Nail polish and hairspray bottles rolling on the floor. I hear the voice upfront singing, "Hey, let's have one more." All this and I'm still just the girl next door.
Where I'm going, God only knows. I leave a little piece of me everywhere I go. Pretty lights, city signs, and a skyline glow, But you can't take the small town from a small town soul.
Doesn't matter how small you start or how far you've come, Our feet all hit the dirt when the day is done. You can try as the dream is worth its weight in gold, But you can't take the small town from a small town soul.
Where I'm going, God only knows. I leave a little piece of me everywhere I go. My heart's been wandering and it's a long way home, But you can't take the small town from a small town soul. No you can't take the small town from a small town soul.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
