Howlin' at midnight, winter creepin' in Feel like I've gone and lost my best friend My best friend, lost my best friend This car's headed down the wrong track again
I ain't got nobody, I'm nobody's girl Gonna get in my Mercury and drive around the world Around the world, all around the world When I reach that mountain top I'll stand with flags unfurled
She's up in New York City tryin' to make it big Wrote me a letter yesterday sayin' I ain't got no gigs Ain't got no gigs, I ain't got no gigs If you wanna send me somethin', make it a two dollar rig
She's up in New York City tryin' to be a star Told me you're wastin' your time where you are Where you are, where you are Gotta get yourself out of all those Texas bars
Howlin' at midnight, winter creepin' in Feel like I've gone and lost my best friend My best friend, lost my best friend This car's headed down the wrong track again This car's headed down the wrong track againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
