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She was fresh out of college |
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First one in her family to go |
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And California seemed like heaven |
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Pulaski, Tennessee was her home |
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She worked on losing her southern accent |
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Turned her back on her |
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Baptist ways |
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She bought some clothes that barely covered |
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Her fair skinned body, went to |
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Nashville and caught a plane |
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The clouds rushed beneath her |
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As the L.A. smog filled the air |
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And she smiled when the airlock opened |
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And the Pacific breeze blew through her hair |
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She thought about the boys from |
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AlabamaWho came into town every |
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Friday night |
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And drank beer out of big glass quart bottles |
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And left their trail of blood and tears behind |
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She thought the men in |
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California would be different |
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She'd grown up watching them on her |
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TVBut the men she came to know in |
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California |
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Left her longing for |
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Pulaski, Tennessee |
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Good ideas always start with a full glass |
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And just breathing here can make a girl's nose bleed |
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Dreams here live and die just like a stray dog |
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On a dirt road somewhere in |
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TennesseeThe storefronts are all filled up with eyeballs |
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As the policemen clear out the street |
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For a line of cars with their headlights burning |
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Driving slow through |
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Pulaski, Tennessee |
