Lyrics

Her daddy got mad, nearly choked on his cigar When she brought home a long hair who played guitar Her momma hit the booze when she burned her bra, that was the final straw So she was out on the street and playing for her keep with the artists and bohemians, hoboes and the thieves Doing what she wanna do, bein who she wanna be Singing the songs for people like you and me Dont give up your night job Whats the use in working when your dying inside? Dont give up your night job (Not sure) ...keep the dream alive She sent letters and cards that never were acknowledged Working the clubs to put herself through college Till she married that long haired guitar playing boyfriend They were invited but they did not attend So they rode into the sunset Never to be seen again Rumour said they died on the road to romance land But my jaw dropped tonight When I saw them on Channel Ten Living down in Tennessee and playing in a country band x 2
Writer(s): Eightball Aitken Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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