| She’s leaving everything she knows, and she’s headed for the coast
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| Just a beat up old guitar and whatever she could fit into her car
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| Frightened and excited, never been out on her own
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| But she’s been waiting for this day
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| Ain’t that just the way the story goes?
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| She’s gonna make it in LA
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| Mom and Dad don’t understand; |
| this is not what they had planned
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| But there just ain’t no compromise to a girl with starry eyes
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| And it’s not easy trading country life for a chance to make a name
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| But ain’t that just the way the story goes?
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| She’s gonna make it in LA
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| Sometimes she misses those quiet, moonlit nights
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| And she has trouble sleeping beneath the neon lights
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| I guess it’s worth it
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| I guess it’s worth the sacrifice
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| Now, she’s been serving beers for oh so many years
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| And she hears familiar schemes — brand new faces, same ol' dreams
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| And to this very day, she never misses open calls
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| Even though she’s turning grey
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| And ain’t that just the way the story goes?
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| And ain’t that just the way the story goes?
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| And ain’t that just the way the story goes?
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| She’s gonna make it in LA |