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It's the song

	作曲 : Baker, Elam
	Different day, different town
	Set it up to tear it down
	Oh, I ain't been home in almost fifty days
	Houston, Baton
	RougePoor girl's gotta pay her dues
	And this beat up bus is always drivin' away
	Oh, I love what
	I doBut I wonder what
	I do it all for
	But when I sing, they sing along
	I forget where
	I am but I know where
	I belongThe reason why
	I'm standing here
	It's not the miles, it's not the pay
	It's not the show, it's not the fame that makes it home
	It's the song
	Her birthday was in
	AlabamaFather's
	Day was in
	MontanaAnd on
	Mother's Day,
	I was nowhere near the phone
	Every hotel bed feels the same
	As the last one where
	I stayedAnd it's vending machines and fallin' asleep alone
	Yeah, I love what
	I doBut I wonder what
	I do it all for
	But when I sing, they sing along
	I forget where
	I am but I know where
	I belongThe reason why
	I'm standing here
	It's not the miles, it's not the pay
	It's not the show, it's not the fame that makes this home
	It's the song
	Dolly and
	LorettaMaybe some
	Patsy Cline
	I'm so lonesome,
	I could cry
	But when I sing, they sing along
	I forget where
	I am but I know where
	I belongThe reason why
	I'm standing here
	It's not the ride, it's not the name
	It's not just staying in the game
	It's not the miles, it's not the pay
	It's not the show, it's not the fame that makes this home
	It's the song, ooh, it's the song

	zuò qǔ : Baker, Elam
	Different day, different town
	Set it up to tear it down
	Oh, I ain' t been home in almost fifty days
	Houston, Baton
	RougePoor girl' s gotta pay her dues
	And this beat up bus is always drivin' away
	Oh, I love what
	I doBut I wonder what
	I do it all for
	But when I sing, they sing along
	I forget where
	I am but I know where
	I belongThe reason why
	I' m standing here
	It' s not the miles, it' s not the pay
	It' s not the show, it' s not the fame that makes it home
	It' s the song
	Her birthday was in
	AlabamaFather' s
	Day was in
	MontanaAnd on
	Mother' s Day,
	I was nowhere near the phone
	Every hotel bed feels the same
	As the last one where
	I stayedAnd it' s vending machines and fallin' asleep alone
	Yeah, I love what
	I doBut I wonder what
	I do it all for
	But when I sing, they sing along
	I forget where
	I am but I know where
	I belongThe reason why
	I' m standing here
	It' s not the miles, it' s not the pay
	It' s not the show, it' s not the fame that makes this home
	It' s the song
	Dolly and
	LorettaMaybe some
	Patsy Cline
	I' m so lonesome,
	I could cry
	But when I sing, they sing along
	I forget where
	I am but I know where
	I belongThe reason why
	I' m standing here
	It' s not the ride, it' s not the name
	It' s not just staying in the game
	It' s not the miles, it' s not the pay
	It' s not the show, it' s not the fame that makes this home
	It' s the song, ooh, it' s the song