| Don’t waste your life behind that guitar
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| You may get gone, but you won’t get far
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| You’re not the first, you won’t be the last
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| And you can tell us all about it when you come crawling back
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| That road you’re on, just winds and winds
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| You’re spinning your wheels and wasting you’re time
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| But when the lights come up
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| And I hear the band
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| And where they said I’d never be is exactly where I am
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| I hear the crowd
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| I look around
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| And I can’t find an empty chair
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| Not bad for a girl goin' nowhere
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| I get these calls, out on the road
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| Heard your song on my radio
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| We always said you’d make it big
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| And I tell all my friends, I knew you back when
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| So don’t forget all us little folks
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| And when you crash and burn
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| Remember we told you so
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| And then the lights come up
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| And I hear the band
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| And where they said I’d never be is exactly where I am
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| I hear the crowd
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| I look around
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| And I can’t find one empty chair
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| Not bad for a girl goin' nowhere
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| I need to thank my daddy
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| For that first set of strings
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| And all those folks who swore I’d never be anything
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| It took a whole lot of yes I wills and I don’t care
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| A whole lot of basement dives and county fairs
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| To this show right now and y’all sure look good out there
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| Not bad for a girl goin' nowhere
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| Not bad for a girl goin' nowhere |