| Got my name on a marquee sign, gotta be tuned up by nine
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| Oh I wish I could find the time to stop and call my momma
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| Got a suitcase full of high heels, little home on eighteen wheels
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| Front row view of how it feels to live as big as I wanna
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| There’s no forgetting my humble beginnings
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| Where I’m going, God only knows
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| I leave a little piece of me everywhere I go
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| Pretty lights, city signs, and a skyline glow
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| But you can’t take the small town from a small town soul
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| King James and a journal page in the nightstand drawer
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| Nail polish and hairspray bottles rolling on the floor
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| I hear the voice upfront singing, «Hey, let’s have one more.»
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| All this and I’m still just the girl next door
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| Where I’m going, God only knows
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| I leave a little piece of me everywhere I go
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| Pretty lights, city signs, and a skyline glow
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| But you can’t take the small town from a small town soul
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| Doesn’t matter how small you start or how far you’ve come
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| Our feet all hit the dirt when the day is done
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| You can try as the dream is worth its weight in gold
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| But you can’t take the small town from a small town soul
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| Where I’m going, God only knows
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| I leave a little piece of me everywhere I go
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| My heart’s been wandering and it’s a long way home
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| But you can’t take the small town from a small town soul
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| No you can’t take the small town from a small town soul |