Eighteen thought she knew everything; hers was the only point of view
That little girl in her cap, gown and spiral curls, she didn't have a clue
Thirty seemed a million miles from her dreams, lookin' back on it now
As she makes a wish and blows those candles out, she sees…

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Third Row, second seat, congregation loves to hear her sing,
Amazing Grace, every week
They always said, "Oh what a gift"-- Told her if she ever left this town
She could have gone far; she might have even made it

A big dream in a little town
Hiding in a heart somewhere

I’m not a preacher, this isn’t a sermon
Just a song about the days we’re livin’ thru
I’m not passin’ judgement, just been talking to my neighbors
About what we been seein’ on the evening news

In these Hard Times, all we have is faith to pull us thru
And no matter the odds,

He took my fam'ly away from Carolina home
Had dreams about the West and started to roam Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell

And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for

Been burnin' up those dancehall roads
Another night, another show
Ain't no place I'd rather be...
But it sure takes a toll on me

When I fire up ole Willie's songs,
The party crowd sings along
Mmmm...when that Lonestar starts to flow
I just lose my self-control…

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There's a little place outside in my backyard, where I can let go
Far away from the fast paced rat race, where the willows grow
When I been beat down, pushed 'round, feel like goin' crazy
I can hideaway
Where the blue sky fades at night,
When it's dark I see a light
In my

I see it in your eyes
I don't know what to say
You're wantin' me to lie
And tell you I'm okay
So I smile
But I should practice my walk
Before I put an honest end
To all this small talk

There's nothing new
Still the same ole song
I'm still missin' you

When she was three she got the Barbie Safari,
She threw away the doll but she kept the Jeep
At 5, she got the pink Ferrari,
Held it like a baby when she went to sleep
She learned to drive in a beat-up truck,
Peakin' over the wheel, sittin' on Daddy's lap
Barreled 'round t

I might be on a stage; you might be in the crowd
But we’re all here for one good reason
Somethin’ in us sparks a fire in the dark
When those bright lights heat up a fever
When the band starts to play,
We all go a little bit crazy

Gonna scream, gonna shout, gonna wail ou