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Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit |
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A lady in tie-dye, a bag by her side |
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Not really lookin' like anything special |
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Saw tennessee tags and she waved for a ride |
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Sat right beside me as the meter hit sixty' |
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Splainin' her travels and her family background |
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When she got through |
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I could not help but thinkin' |
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She's a long way from a west nashville grand ballroom gown |
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Father had money and her mother had love |
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Channelled entirely to her dear sister dove |
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Twenty-two years in society's plan |
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Was cancelled in the swing of her dear mother's hand |
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Six hours later we hit cincinnati |
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Yawnin', she woke and then asked where we were |
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When she found out, she said |
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I must be goin' |
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This close to nashville was too close for her |
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So I stopped by the roadside and |
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I gave her five dollars |
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She took it then kissed me and gave me a note |
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She told me just to read it then mail it in nashville |
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On old loose-leaf paper to her mother she wrote |
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She said, "mama I'm fine if you happen to wonderI don't have much money but I still get aroundI haven't made church in near thirty-six sundaysSo fuck all those west nashville grand ballroom gowns" |
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Yes she's a long way from a west nashville grand ballroom gown |
