| She put a map and a tube of lipstick
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| In an old Winn Dixie sack
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| She pulled her Firebird out of the driveway
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| Without ever looking back
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| By the time she got to Georgia
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| It was nearly half past eight
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| She bought a ninety-nine cent breakfast
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| At the Stuckey’s by the interstate
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| And she don’t know where she’s going
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| And she’s really not sure why
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| But she’s got to try and find a way
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| To live before she dies
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| She might see Rock City
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| She might see Ruby Falls
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| She might change her name to Marilyn
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| And drop her southern drawl
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| She wants to climb Lookout Mountain
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| And see all seven states
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| She wants to feel the wind through her hair again
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| Before it gets too late to see Rock City
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| Well she stopped in Chattanooga
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| And called her mama’s beauty shop
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| She said I won’t be home for supper
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| Give my love to Bo and Pop
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| And her mama knew the reasons
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| Without even asking why
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| A woman’s got to try and find a way
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| To live before she dies
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| She might see Rock City
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| Oh she might buy a souvenir plate
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| She wants to feel the wind through her hair again |
| Before it gets too late to see Rock City |