[Chorus]
This may not be my town, but it’ll do for now
Till I can figure out who I am, where I’m going
She’s slinging eggs and bacon with a college education
Just hanging out and waiting for a better plan
she’s ok not knowing
She’s young and the world’s wide open

There’s a rusty old Ford
Lives out back behind the diner
Sittin’ there waitin’ on her
To make her mind up
Itchin’ to sling a little gravel
Take her who knows where
Maybe head out west
It’s in God’s hands I guess

[Chorus]
This may not be my town, but it’ll do for now
Till I can figure out who I am and where I’m going
She’s slinging eggs and bacon with a college education
Just hanging out and waiting for a better plan
she’s ok not knowing
She’s young and the world’s wide open

She throws down that apron
Takes the money she’s been making
Her life’s out there waiting
Got a better plan and that’s where she’s going
She’s young and the world’s wide open

It’s a crazy town, full of neon dreams
Everybody plays, everybody sings
Hollywood with a touch of twang
To be a star you gotta bang, bang, bang

Bend those strings till the hank comes out
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout
We love it, we hate it, we’re all just trying to make it
In this crazy town

Pay your dues and you play for free
And you pray for a honky tonk destiny
You cut your teeth in the smokey bars
And live off the tips from a pickle jar
‘Til find a cool new sound and you smile
When the record man shoots you down

It’s a crazy town, full of neon dreams
Everybody plays, everybody sings
Hollywood with a touch of twang
To be a star you gotta bang, bang, bang

Bend those strings till the hank comes out
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout
We love it, we hate it, we’re all just trying to make it
In this crazy town

One year they repossess your truck
And the next you make a couple million bucks

It’s a crazy town full of neon dreams
Everybody plays, everybody sings
Hollywood with a touch of twang
To be a star you gotta

Bend those strings till the hank comes out
Make all the drunk girls scream and shout
We love it, we hate it, we’re all just trying to make it
We love it, we hate it, we all came here to make it
In this crazy town, it’s a crazy town

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She’s a hot little number in her pick-up truck
Daddy’s sweet money done jacked it up
She’s a party-all-nighter from South Carolina, a bad mamajama from down in Alabama
She’s a raging cajun, a lunatic from Brunswick, juicy Georgia peach
With a thick southern drawl, sexy swing and walk, brother she’s all

Country, (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She’s country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays,
That’s the way she was born and raised, she ain’t afraid to stay, country
Brother she’s country

A hell raisin sugar when the sun goes down, mama taught her how to rip up a town
Honey dripping honey from the hollerin Kentucky, getcha flippin kinda trippie like a Mississippi hippie,
She’s a Kansas princess, crazy mother trucker, undercover lover
Thick southern drawl, sexy swing and walk,
Brother she’s all

Country (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She’s country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays,
That’s the way she was born and raised, she ain’t afraid to stay, country
Nothin but country

(Thick southern drawl)
(Sexy swing and walk)
(Aw show ‘em how a country girl does it one time now)

Brother she’s country, from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
Nothin but country
Yea yeayeaaa
She’s country (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
She’s country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays,
That’s the way she was born and raised she ain’t afraid to stay, country
Yea she’s nothing but country

She’s all about the country
From the backwoods she’s a homegrown, down to the bone, she’s country

[Chorus]
This may not be my town,
It’ll do for now,
Til I can figure out,
Who I am,
Where I’m going,
Shes slinging eggs and bacon,
With a college education
Just hanging out and waiting,
For a better plan,
Shes ok not knowing,
Shes young,
And the worlds wide open.

There’s a rusty old ford,
Lives out back behind the diner,
Sitting there waiting on her to make her mind up,
It tends to sling a little gravel,
And take her who knows where,
Maybe head out west,
It’s in Gods hands I guess.

[Chorus]

She throws down that apron,
Takes the money shes been making,
Her life’s out there waiting,
Got a better plan,
That’s where shes going,
Shes young,
And the worlds wide open.