| She could dance and she could sing
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| She left Texas with her dreams
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| She swore that she could make it on her own
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| She was young and she was fine
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| She had looks and she had time
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| And the feelings of a woman fully grown
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| She hit Nashville like a storm
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| As soft as she was warm
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| Knowin' she’d be discovered any day
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| But the things she did the best
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| Was her overnight success
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| And the singing just got lost along the way
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| Baby sings the blues down on Broadway
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| Singing from bottom of her heart
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| Baby sings the blues down on Broadway
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| Then cries herself to sleep there in the dark
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| From a blessing to a curse
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| Things just went from bad to worse
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| Life at night worked out the way she planned
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| And although her dreams were gone
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| She just couldn’t go back home
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| To a town she knew that would not understand |