She's over twelve hundred miles from home Yeah, she left what we knew behind and now she's all alone It's just her and a six-string guitar, she's got dreams of making it far At times it gets tough, but the music helps her carry on
She's just a country girl that sings [?] Addicted to the bright lights in the big city Making it on her own, don't want the pity At times she misses home but she knows she's on a mission
She sings, la la, la la, la la Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la la
Daddy's on the phone, she says, "I'm doing fine" But that feeling inside says she might've just told a lie Her biggest fear is letting him down and everyone else from that little old town So she wipes away the tears, hides her fear, and sings another song
She's just a country girl that sings [?] Addicted to the bright lights in the big city Making it on her own, don't want the pity At times she misses home but she knows she's on a mission
She sings, la la, la la, la la Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la la
She sings for the money, the tips in her bucket Ain't enough to cut it but she learned to rough it Running outta love, all she wants to do is sing Now momma's on the phone, saying, "Just come home" But she's gotta let them know their baby girl is grown Tryna stay strong so all night long, she sings
She's just a country girl that sings [?] Addicted to the bright lights in the big city Making it on her own, don't want the pity At times she misses home but she knows she's on a mission
She sings, la la, la la, la la Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la la Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la la Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la laTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
