Lyrics:

Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit A lady in tie die, a bag by her side Not really lookin' like anything special Saw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride Sat right beside me as the meter hit sixty Explainin' her travels and her family background When she got thru I could not help but thinkin' She's a long way from a West Nashville grand ballroom gown Her father had money and her mother had love Channeled entirely to her dear sister Dove Twenty-two years in societies plan Canceled at the swing of her dear mothers hand Six hours later we hit Cincinnati Yawning she woke and asked where we were When she found out she said 'I must be going' This close to Nashville was too close for her So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars She took it then kissed me and gave me a note She told me just to read it then mail it in Nashville On old loose leaf paper to her mother she wrote She said Momma I'm fine if you happen to wonder I don't have much money but I still get around I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays So fuck all those West Nashville grand ballroom gowns Yea, she's a long way from the West Nashville grand ballroom gowns