| She moved up to the city
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| Became a big time fashion designer
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| All them big shots wined and dined her
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| All those fancy restaurants
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| She came back to our hometown
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| Pulled up in a brand-new Lexus
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| Looks like our little girl from Texas
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| Had joined the upper echelon
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| And she walked through the door
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| In her jeans and her boots
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| Stepped right back
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| Into her tonkin' roots
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| 'Neath the neon lights
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| We raised the roof
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| Way into the night
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| Now you can take the girl out of the honky tonk
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| Into that uptown world
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| But she’s still my little good timin', beer drinkin', pool shootin'
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| Honky tonk girl
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| Once upon another time
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| Before she moved to the Big Apple
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| Wedding bells were gonna ring in a country chapel
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| For me and my down-home debutante
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| Said she missed what we had
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| And though she made a darn good livin'
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| Money couldn’t buy what she’d been missin'
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| Yeah, that girl knows what she wants
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| And she walked through the door
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| In her jeans and her boots
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| Stepped right back
|
| Into her tonkin' roots
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| 'Neath the neon lights
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| We raised the roof
|
| Way into the night
|
| Now you can take the girl out of the honky tonk
|
| Into that uptown world
|
| But she’s still my little good timin', beer drinkin', pool shootin'
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| Honky tonk girl
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| Well, you can take the girl out of the honky tonk
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| Into that uptown world
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| But she’s still my little good timin', beer drinkin', pool shootin'
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| Honky tonk girl
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| Honky tonk girl |