| Her husband left on saturday.
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| For a woman who was half her age.
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| Sunday she just layed in bed.
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| With the covers pulled over her head.
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| But on monday morning she woke up.
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| And loaded up her pick-up truck.
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| Took one last look at her old life.
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| Then hit the gas, then said goodbye
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| To all her jeans and her old baseball caps.
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| Cause she knows for sure, she aint comin back.
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| This is a house she though
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| She’d never spend this day
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| Sitting behind the wheel, on the interstate.
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| 40 was quite alright
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| She’s changing roads tonight.
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| And its such a bittersweet
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| Way to celebrate
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| She’s turning 50 today.
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| She left that Oklahoma town
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| The only world she had know till now.
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| Memories of those 20 years.
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| She watched them in her rear-view mirror.
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| Fade away
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| Oh, but thats all right
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| Yeah, this could be the time of her life.
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| This is a house she thought
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| She’d never spend this day
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| Sitting behind the wheel, on the interstate
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| 40 was quite alright
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| She’s changing roads tonight
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| And it’s such a bittersweet way to celebrate
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| She’s turning 50 today.
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| Oh, her windows are down
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| The wind blows her hair
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| There she goes, could be anywhere
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| 40 was quite alright
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| But she’s changing roads tonight
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| Tommorrow’s a mystery
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| Oh, and she can’t wait.
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| She’s turning 50
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| She’s turning 50
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| She’s turning 50 today |